NR4ZN again takes point for the main group at Inamar's direction as Rooth picks up the trail of the goblin troop and Weylan begins his ranging again. The trees rise higher as you go along, providing more of a canopy cover that blocks out direct sunlight. Vines become more prevalent, creeping up in dense mats to choke the dark massive trees.
As you travel Weylan feels a bit more tired than he expected, a little sapped of energy. He is reminded of the mass on the back of his neck when he turns to look from side to side.
Hours pass and the party travels throughout the day.
As evening draws near and you prepare for camp Rooth feels you have made progress and gained a little on the goblins.
During their night watches Gravan and Rooth both note the coming of a storm.
In the morning the wind picks up and the sky becomes overcast with swift moving clouds. The rustle of the leaf-covered branches throughout the forest is loud and you can judge the relative speed of the wind from the rise and fall of the noise. The air tastes fresh and vibrant, it is invigorating.
As you begin your trek again rain begins to fall in scattered showers that can be heard hitting the canopy, but few drops make it through the leafy bowers. A few more hours on the goblin's trail and the rain starts to intensify, making it through the canopy. Rooth calls a halt at one point where a slashing curved blade mark is hacked into the trees at waist height. Rooth recognizes this as markings for the edge of goblin territory.
The rain is really pouring throughout the forest now and trees are swaying hugely. The occasional crack can be heard as a branch breaks off and crashes to the ground.