Waysoftheearth's Hinterlands PBP
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Sharp eyed Olaf keeps an eye out for anything that looks familiar...it was only this morning that we came this way, it shouldn't have changed *that* much, or at least, he doesn't think so.waysoftheearth wrote:The trio trudge off in a southerly direction, boots splashing and squelching with each step.
They follow near-enough the run of the canyon for some half hour or so in the blustery drizzle, before reaching the western end of a series of muddy gullies that to the east.
"Nice weather we're having," comments Andaros happily, "Reminds me of home,". The cold blooded fellow's cloak must be warmer and more water proof than the others'.
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It isn't obvious which gully you traversed this morning, it all being so wet now. Dieter is half sure that it was this wide one almost directly east, and neither Olaf nor Andaros can confidently say otherwise, so the trio turns down the gully and heads easterly, veering north-easterly as they trudge along the muddy floor of the gully.
There is plenty of mud and water sliding down the gully sides. If this weather continues the gully will be a river by morning. Or a lake.
There is little visibility from the gully, but they march onward...
"Onward!" Olaf says and ties to pick up the pace a bit, "It is going to be almost impossible to get the cart out of this gully with all this water having softened the ground to mud."waysoftheearth wrote:Olaf trudges on grimly in the rain, keeping an eye out for any familiar landmark as they go...
Time passes, as they march on, boots squelching in the mud. A quarter hour or more later Olaf is beginning to suspect that they may have come too far down this gully. He is wet through to the skin, and his boots are sodden with cold mud. He is about to suggest a change of direction when he spies a familiar rock formation at the crest of the ridge on his right -- he remembers clambering between those two rocks this morning.
"There," he points for the others, and they turn their dripping hoods up to the ridge top.
The old camp site must be over that ridge, and along another 10 minutes or so. They should be able to spot signs of the battle with Sigmund's Men, and then of the skuffle with the Owl-bears.
Victor and Boris and the cart will be just a bit further down the gully from there...