YS's Red Hand of Doom

[Starman]

Gastarn ignores the halfling's comments and rubs his temples. Before they walk out the door, he grabs a hunk of bread. His stomach not feeling up to eating at the moment, he puts in his pocket for later consumption.

 

[Yellow Sign]

The bright morning sun and clear skys predict another hot and dry day. You head north of town past the river and ask a farmer for directions to the Witch Trail. From there you enter into a thick forest of oak and evergreen trees with a thick underbrush.

The Witch Trail itself is a worn footpath that leads north and you have to pass over several small streams as you go. Though they are easily forded.

After traveling about 2 miles, you come up to another trail that goes roughly east and west.

 

[Rhun]

Vrogor stops to glance east and west down the new trail. "Shade is nice. Good hike. Which way now?"

 

[Starman]

Gastarn rolls his eyes. "I hope one of you did get directions." He tears off a small chunk of the bread he grabbed and nibbles on it.

 

[Rhun]

Vrogor

"Jorr to left, near Blackwater."

 

[Starman]

Gastarn was feeling particularly irritable that day. "Then what are we waiting for! Let's go." Damned dream is still annoying me. Definitely no more halfling establishments for me.

 

[Jdvn1]

Enala gives a laugh and then continues walking. "Sounds like someone drank too much last night." She's been quiet most of the day, observing the surroundings and trying to learn part of the woods.

 

[Starman]

"I liked it better when you weren't talking, Enala," Gastarn mutters. "Besides, it's not how much I drank last night, it's that damned dream that has put me in a sour mood. I don't drink too much."

 

[Jdvn1]

She shakes her head, still smiling. "The drink causes the dream." She walks a few more paces, "I thought the mood was normal."

 

[Yellow Sign]

Taking the new trail to the west, you travel for several more hours. The trail leads past a small cabin in a deep forest glade. A ramshackle front porch is littered with fishing baskets and skinning frames. The cabin overlooks a dark bayou or lake, with old gray cedar-trees draped in moss rising out of the water. An old skiff is tied on the shore nearby, and a little smoke curls from the fieldstone chimney.