The Northern Kingdoms (1 square =~ 100 miles)
The Posada Region (hexes = 1/2 mile)
Lower Posada (not to scale)
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The Blue Mountains & Entering Posada
Recap after 3-month data crash
It was just as the squint-eyed dwarf said to witcher Kynee: stay off the main roads, hug the mountains, and you’ll avoid the Nilfgaardians. Gulet, a town burdened by Nilfgaardian occupation, was a memory nearly 3 days passed. Due south they’d traveled - Kynee, Darius, Talashia, and Odvara - and not a Nilfgaardian patrol in sight. Patches of snow still clung to the ground for it was late February - mid Imbolc according to the elven calendar. The footpath down from the saddle of the hill offered a fine view of the expanse of wilderness buffering Aedirn’s southeastern border from elven lands.
Darius Smithson knew these routes thru the foothills of the Blue Mountains well, though this was the closest to Dol Blathanna he’d ventured. Calendula, also called field marigold, was beginning to blossom on the southern slope, a signal that winter was slowly releasing her hold on the land. Daylight was fading. It was time to make camp.
”Is that them?” inquired Odvara Kringen, glancing to Darius and then to Talashia. There were whispers Talashia heard, whispers that a trio led by a Druid would meet them to lead the way into Posada. No better place to meet than the old ranger hut overlooking the alpine pond.
Elora Vasesso spotted the other party descending the hillside, and a waved hand between her guardian Fergus Llew Gawain and the brawny Darius Smithson confirmed these were the ones they’d been waiting for. A fire burned inside the old hut, along with whatever victuals the Druid and his companions were cooking.
Looking across the Blue Mountains in the distance, there was little doubt to anyone seeing it for the first time: this was the Edge of the World.