Night Falls
[sblock=Mounting status]All are mounted, despite the fact that Maor's horse died in a painful way, Maor now rides with Gorash, Unless Allyra can conjure up another horse. [/sblock]
The muddy road proceeds into the mist and climbs up the low mountain, after an hour or so you leave the mist behind you, even the horses snores happily when the mist holds the ground behind your back, on the left the forested descending slope becomes more and more steep, leaving the mist further down, faint sound of a river can be heard pounding and crushing on a rocky cliffs banks in the bottom of the valley. On the right the slope climbs slowly and the mountain's peak can be seen, it's a low peak compared to the far snowy peaks of the central Yatils, Up in the dark red sky, birds glide on the warm flows of the twilight time probably seeking a wondering snack with sharp eyes.
We'll establish a camp up there
Gorash points to the mountain's peak to the right, the road circles a massive granite cliff and after an hour you reach the top. You arrive to a rocky ledge that reveals an astonishing scene, deep forested slopes and valleys climbs and descent all over, the road can be seen on the ridges ahead, carved into the wooded mountains and goes on from one peak to another, finally disappearing behind a far higher summit, far snowy mountains complete an amazing background.
Garon, Keldar, Maor.
The dwarf calls
Rip down some branches from the trees and find a rotten log for fire, although risky … there is nothing more dangerous from the chilly wind and the animals that fear the fire in this part of the Yatils. This lands is clamied by mountain dwarves, even though Ogres, Goblinoids and other living perils call this lands home.
The others can prepare camp while I'm making dinner.
He claps his hands in delight as he takes out sweet potatoes, mushrooms, olives and turnip cabbage.