Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.
Enchanted Trinkets Complete--a hardcover book containing over 500 magic items for your D&D games!

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="DiFier" data-source="post: 889281" data-attributes="member: 2345">The night was spent in with an odd sense of anticipation.  The fog kept them from seeing anything more than inches from their faces.  Eventually Ciramar stopped yelling for the other campers.  "We will just have to wait until the fog clears." reasoned Arsindis.  Cirmar Agreed and sat down at the front of his tent and stared into the fire.  Neither could get to sleep.  The morning sun slowly burned off the remaining fog.  The fact that the sun wasn't obscured buy the autumn clouds wasn't the biggest surprise.  The campsites were gone.  Arsindis's and Ciramar's tents and gear remained but the rest of tents, wagons, horses, people and even fires were no longer there.  "Well the rock of Larethian is still below our feet"  Said Ciramar"But everything else is different."  Arsindis pointed to the trees appearing as the mist dissipated. "look those trees are not like any I've ever seen before."   The trees were different.  They were much thinner with straight green trunks and slightly darker green rings around the them every few feet or so.  The branches were all at the top and were thin with pointy leaves.  Ciramar called out for their companions again.  and again got no response.  Soon the fog was gone.  It was a beautiful day.  The birds sang a light wind blew through the trees and only a few clouds dotted the sky.  Ciramar picked up a large stone and magically inscribed it with his mark.  He left it in a prominent place on the great flat rock.  "The trail seems to follow the same curve as the one in Miriaw forest.  It is like we are in the same location but in a different place." observed Arcindis.  "Then perhaps we should follow the trail to where Lothilawyr should be.""I don't see any reason to stay here."  They finished loading up their gear.   Ciramar used a scroll of mount and summoned a horse and Arsindis climbed onto her mount.  They continued along the trail in the direction the had been going the day before.  after traveling about a mile they came to a fork in the road.  There was a sign post at the fork.  On it were symbols that they did not understand but there were 4 arrows and they recognized the numbers next to them.  back the direction they came was the number 61.  the right fork had two arrows pointing along it with the number's 10 & 22 to the left was the number 45.  "I don't remember a fork in the road to Lothilawyr."  said Ciramar "which way do we go?""They both lead to the west. if these number's are miles perhaps we should go to the right.  the destinations are much closer.""I agree."And after Ciramar created an arrow and his mark out of stones, they set off along the trail again.  after 2 hours Ciramar's Mount dissipated and their pace slowed.  Soon after that they came to a huge cliff.  "It appears that we are standing on a large plateau, there wasn't a near Lothilawyr" The Whole area had features that were different.  They were standing on the edge of a plateau.  Fifty feet below them were the tops of the tree of the continuing forest.  the forest stretched as far as they could see.  there was a mountain to the right with a narrow river that flowed between it and the plateau.  Straight ahead and toward the horizon was a Large Village "Perhaps we should head for the village."  But Arsindis was staring at the mountain.  She pointed to a something about half way up "there is an enormous building on the side of that mountain."  Ciramar looked.  A large building jutted from the rocks if the slim ribbon that followed the side of the mountain and extended from the forest floor to the base of the building were stairs or a trail the building was indeed huge.</blockquote>

Verification