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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ferrix" data-source="post: 1994779" data-attributes="member: 6115">As Log keeps watch the rest of you attempt to settle in, although it is a restless night plagued with thoughts of the Mythar laying waste to the innocent villagers homes and lives. Switching off watches with Tau, Layonarai and Nassitch the night passes without event.----Today the sun is hidden behind a swath of dark clouds, and before camp is broken a light drizzle begins to fall. Sending a surprising chill through your weary bodies. Breakfast is eaten as you set off, the gruel of trail rations and luke-warm coffee, adds to the discomforting tone.The road narrows at some points to a carriage width and the rain has turned the normally dusty hard-packed earth into soggy mud which slops and squelches as you pass. The forests remain dark around you, from which you tug your cloaks tighter to ward off a cold that is more than just the drizzle.Soon the grey is overcome by the darkness of night and the rain beats on, you pull the carriages and wagons aside into a partial clearing and make camp. Log continues to attempt to cheer his companions up, but his humor is even lost on himself.Lightning begins to splay through the skies creating great thunderous roars which rattle the walls of the carriages and cause the horses to whinny and tug uncomfortably against their ties.You sit together, huddled under a makeshift canvas roof stretched between the tops of the two carriages and the wagon. A small fire spits against the wet wood it is forced to burn.</blockquote>

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