The Psionicle, Part X

[The Forsaken One]

Not half bad girl, not half bad.

Ruth walks over to her horse and rubs its neck and gives it a kiss. Then smiles at it and yells as hard as she can to the rest of the group on the other side of the hill.

Hellow!! You guys might wanna come and see this.

 

[Jarval]

"Let it be good news, for we've had enough bad for now." Jansson says to himself as he makes his way over towards Ruth's voice. He smiles as he sees the horses.

"Well done. I really wasn't looking forwards to the walking back to Garanasseur." Turning back to his companions, he calls out.

"Osius, Ruth's found Snack and some of his friends. Let's get loaded up and get moving."

 

[Zhure]

Osius

"Sorry, I'm so used to horses going missing, I always expect them to be gone."

Osius saddles up Snack and attaches the travois for Shardorn and Desimus.

 

[The Forsaken One]

Ruth saddles up while hanging her sword and shield on her back and equipping her bow. Checking her quiver she nods to Osius as he mounts his horse and she spurs her horse a bit. A few meters away she turns around to check on everyone getting ready.

Everyone ready? And Kloranth and Lornes, what are your plans for transportation? I guess you wont be staying here either. Maybe one of the lighter ones of us can take you with them.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Kloranth nods his head, the blue spikes atop his head shifting slightly as he does. "I'd take a horse, if you're offering one. I need to go to Cara'nor, as quickly as possible. So long as you are travelling in the same direction, I'll accompany you, if you'll have me."

 

[The Forsaken One]

The iron clad girl bows a bit and smiles unseen behind her visor, not impervious to the mans charms.

Gladly.

 

[Zhure]

Osius

"C'mon, Snack, giddyup." It's obvious Osius isn't comfortable in the saddle.

 

[Jarval]

"We currently have two riderless horses, so yourself and Lornes are free to ride them." Jannson replies to Kloranth. He secures Shardorn's body to his own horse, and clambers up into the saddle. Nudging his mount gently forwards, he follows after Osius.

 

[Dalamar]

Syld sits atop his horse, staying silent with a grim look on his face.

 

[GnomeWorks]

The Long Trek to Garanasseur

You head out, in what you hope is the right direction, Lornes and Kloranth each taking one of the now-unmanned horses.

The weather is cold, though not too harsh; your trek is over a large stretch of plains, flat and seemingly-endless, and the still-melting snow and muddy fields slow your progress. You occassionally manage to scare up some food, though wildlife seems scarce. Beyond that, however, your journey is thankfully uneventful.

Those of you who gained a new level are now fully leveled.

Two weeks later, the sun beginning to set with one new moon and one barely-visible crescent moon rising, you finally reach the southern gate of Garanasseur...