The night passes in the midst of the pattering of rain upon the carriage roofs. The sun eeks out a few rays of light between the dark clouds. Hard tack and coffee and then the road again.
It wears on for hours, passing no one and seeing little wildlife, the rain soaks your cloaks through and Osric breaks out a number of heavy wool blankets from the supply wagon to help keep the drivers warm. The day passes without any seeming shift in light, until you notice that you can't see much beyond the lantern light.
However, Uiim presses the lead carriage onward despite some remarks on making camp for the night. He seems determined to make as much distance now for some reason, and then it sinks into the back of your minds, the contact. The rain sinks into a light misting and you can hear the sounds of the forest beginning to take shape around you, the creatures who had holed themselves away during the rain stirring for the first time in two days.
With a shudder the lead carriage comes to a halt, in the distance you can make out a small light, perhaps a camp fire.
It wears on for hours, passing no one and seeing little wildlife, the rain soaks your cloaks through and Osric breaks out a number of heavy wool blankets from the supply wagon to help keep the drivers warm. The day passes without any seeming shift in light, until you notice that you can't see much beyond the lantern light.
However, Uiim presses the lead carriage onward despite some remarks on making camp for the night. He seems determined to make as much distance now for some reason, and then it sinks into the back of your minds, the contact. The rain sinks into a light misting and you can hear the sounds of the forest beginning to take shape around you, the creatures who had holed themselves away during the rain stirring for the first time in two days.
With a shudder the lead carriage comes to a halt, in the distance you can make out a small light, perhaps a camp fire.