The Four Lands - The Great North


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Anniston wrinkles his nose in disgust at the smell, "Let's go" he growls, before taking the lead down the stairs. He pauses in the dim light to allow his eyes to adjust to the gloom before descending further.
 

Bertrand

Moving swiftly and calling light from his weapon, Bertand advances into the depts while Rendee follows near the rear. Wrinkling his nose at the smell, Bertand says, "We fared better than some it would seem."
 

Vadric sends the silent command to Warsong, and the blade flares with silvery-gold flames. The foul smell doesn't seem to bother the knight too badly...he has obviously smelled worse on the battlefield. "Make ready, my friends. The Light shall guide us, and evil shall flee as the darkness before the dawn."
 

The Ship

With bravery forefront in their bearing the party descends into the cargo hold by taking the staricase widing around it's peremiter. As they pass the first deck the party is reminded that looking into the darkness of the stairwell is like looking into a deep pit of the abyss. The smell of blood and the paniced wickering of horses can be heard coming from perhaps two decks below. As they pass the first landing, the deck is quiet and no passangers or crew can be seeneither dead or alive. Also the air is taking on a noticeable chill.
 




Jaroth

[ooc: I'm on vacation out of town and checking emails infrequently. Back on Wednesday.]

Jaroth follows the others, drawing his blade.
 


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