Joined: Thu Sep 05, 2013 1:15 am
Location: Melbourne, Australia
The four weary giants are completely spent from their night march, and with the first light they fade to their normal size and immediately succumb to a magical slumber.
The remainder of the company pick themselves up and find themselves on the outreaches of the Wildwood, which fills the lands to their north quite entirely. By midday, they reckon, they could be entirely under its canopy.
More immediately, however, everyone is tired and hungry (and fatigued). And safety seems far from assured! There is no sign of any Elves, or of any settlement of any kind.
North lies a great, foreboding wood. In all other directions lies a vast undulating plain of tall grasses.
What to do?
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]