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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GreyOne" data-source="post: 987561" data-attributes="member: 858">With the Lifegiver westering now beyond the distant Mouths of Merdolan, the Janek's course has taken you west that day.  You've made your way downriver without incident.  The width of the river seems to vary but never widens more than 60 feet.  You've seen countless sandbars and rocks that could have caused the boat problems, but carefully (and sometimes narrowly,) you've avoided them.   The smoke from the hill fort had dwindled away a few hours after your departure.  You crossed the ford at Merdand by mid-day and have only the outlying fens of the Narlann and the Bucha A'lei ("Wood of Spirits") ahead.Preda revealed to you after the ford had been reached and left in the distance the full scope of her plans.   She will journey through the Bucha A'lei and reach Eastfair by the sea.  There she has family with which she shall garner support.  She fully suspects some of her people will be captured and interrogated regarding her whereabouts, so she would prefer Visel's men waste their time waiting for her to come out of the Wood of Spirits instead of drawing them to Eastfair.The river narrows as it passes from the open grassland into the outskirts of the woods.  The shade of the great trees surrounding you increases as the Janek quietly moves forward.  Long stretches of the river are enclosed by a canopy of grasping limbs above, turning the world as dark as a moonless night.  Even when the water widens and the sun's blessed rays strike the blue body beneath the boat, the limbs above beckon to one another until they embrace again, sheltering all below in false night once more.The villagefolk and even Preda seem genuinely uneasy as they glance to the dark edges on either side.   "Meidat told me that the Old Ones still inhabit this place," says Nado, his face uncharacteristically uneasy.  You notice his hand constantly straying to his swordhilt and then relaxing.  "Old when the Mariner Kings first came into the west," he concludes. Meidat, a stout and and weathered fellow gripping his spear tightly and leaning against a gunwale nods uncomfortably.  Mida conducted himself well in the battle yesterday, but fear now dances about his face.(OOC: Bragon, please make a Spot Check-including bonuses)</blockquote>

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