Waysoftheearth's Hinterlands PBP
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"Right!" Olaf says as he rubs his hands together, "That'll give us some light. Maybe we'll make better time now."waysoftheearth wrote:The slog continues through rain and mud, and after a wet and miserable twenty minutes or so the light is beginning to fade from the last of the day, and Olaf is forced to stop and pull forth the illuminating scepter from his pack.
He utters the command worth, and a blue white glare shines from the stout implement. Rain drops a visible as they glimmer, rushing through the sphere of the new light.
"How much farther?" grumbles Victor, taking a moment to rest his aching back.
"Shouldn't be more than another half hour, I'd guess," says Andaros in his southern accent. He still seems to be enjoying the cold and the rain unnecessarily.
"A half hour?" mutters Boris, "Let's get on with it then!"
Olaf wedges the glaring scepter between the two chests on the cart, and gets back to his muddy shoving...