Kerrick
The village of Green Hills, is for the most part a quiet place, at the center of the village is a large cobble stoned circle, with fountain. The fountain depicts a beautiful maiden carrying a jug over her shoulder, from which the water spills out into the fountain.
The pace of the village seems invariably slow, and the populace tends to close up shop and head home. The guards are few in the village, and most people just Kerrick a look, already recognizing a stranger in their midst, but they pay him no mind. Life it seems is just much slower out here in the borderlands, far from the hustle and bustle of the central Empire.
The Next Morning
September 17th in the 782nd year of the Empire
The adventurers set out early the next morning. The sun had barely begun to peak over the edge of the eastern horizon when they had put the village a few leagues behind them on the road towards Mount Arthrof, which even at three days away seemed to loom in the horizon obscured by early morning mist, and the lazy drifting of clouds. Thankfully even if it were not for the trail, Jalban seems to have a pretty good grasp of the geography of the region, no doubt to his travels, and association with other travelers and woodsmen.
OOC: Thanks to the successful Knowledge Geography check he receives a +2 competency bonus to all Survival checks for the duration of the adventure or for however long he stays in the region, or until death…
The first day of travel is pretty easy through the rolling hills, and eventually the smell and the sights of the herds give way to a smattering of pine trees, as the terrain becomes more rugged. The party makes camp at the end of the first day, of boring uneventful travel, and the night was equally slow, with the howls of night creatures and the sounds of the natural world their only companions…
On the second day of travel the party sets out once again, and the hilly terrain turns rocky and steep by mid-afternoon, with the pine trees growing thicker, as the trail meanders through the looming forest. Overhead rolling fluffy clouds pass on a soft breeze, bringing the scent of pine to your noses.
As late afternoon looms, Jalban catches the scent of smoke, thankfully not a wildfire, but perhaps a campfire. Looking ahead there seems to be an encampment about sixty feet ahead where the trail dips downward, before it continues back upwards towards the looming peak of Mount Arthrof, and the surrounding mountain range.
OOC: Jalban rolls a spot check of 16 total, the rest of the party was all below 10, and so we can skip them. He can make out three figures in the encampment, and three tents. The three figures look to be dwarves, and they have two pack animals with them. They seem to be talking amongst themselves and have not noticed the party.
