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| Session 7 | |
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| Session Number | 7 |
| Date | 2021-04-25 |
| Recording | File:PlaceholderRecording.mp3 |
| Previous Session | Session 6 |
| Next Session | Session 8 |
Events
To Gadena
The party begins on the northern part of the Crownsroad, leaving Woolhope and The Triangle behind. The day is clear as it has been since their seperate journeys began, a light breeze shifting the long grass on either side of the road. They walk for miles until the last farms are just a blip in the distance. The road takes them over a bridge as Silvercreek winds beneath you.
About mid-afternoon, the party comes upon something odd. There are five towers of flat rocks, each about a foot in width and four feet high. They stand in a circle outside of tall grass.
They learn this is a type of shrine to The Pathmaker, from which pixies attack - though its less of an attack and more a prank.
The rest of the day passes without issue and the group camps for the night. Whomever was on watch while Felrick slept saw that there was a slight shimmer to the left side of his face. It runs in about an inch line from temple to cheek before petering off. It almost looks like the stroke of a paintbrush.
In the night death dogs attack.
About a day in, and the road seems to be seeing more traffic The farther from The Triangle they travel, the less tense travel seems to be.
There are roaming animals across the grasslands, a pack of elephants is large enough to be seen. A little later a group of centaurs are waiting on the side of the road for the path to clear before they gallop across up north into The Broken Plains.
Toward the afternoon the road is extremely busy, so much so that many people are traveling through the grasslands nearby rather than having to shift and move to pass those on the road. There are groups of people dressed similarly, there are groups that look like families, there are some wandering lazily alone.
Many people are traveling for Wild’s Grandeur. Many are heading to a waterfall within the Barnall Woods. Some are heading north, further into The Broken Plains. Some want to reach the other side of the mountains and have a peaceful day by Wick Lake. Others are simply wandering, being in nature is enough.
The stench of rot hits arise and then a corpse of a boar lying on the side of the road, its belly covered in blueish funghi.
As the sun begins to set, the group comes to a narrow intersection where the road continues on the path they are headed but also splits off to the west.
Camp is made again.