Wen sings his sorcerous song, his lilting Elvish voice boarding on enchanting in itself to those nearby... and lo!
3d6=2,2,1 A flight of six tiny Savannah sparrows come babbling to him, alighting upon his outstretched arms momentarily, circling and chirping joyously, and making themselves know.
Envongr's owl half opens an eye and rotates its head a three quarter turn to observe the source of all the bustle... but only watches as Wen sing-songs his magic to the little birds and they flutter off.
This done, the company trudge hungrily on toward the the ruined keep on the bluff. Their stomachs are a pained emptiness; their limbs are weary; their heads hand low upon stooped shoulders as they forced themselves ever onward...
Dice for Wen's helpers; d6=1
Dice for daily encounter; d6=5
...the day passes most wearily. Before noon it is apparent to all that the smokey haze has returned to the skies over Ket, and that it is the pall of multiple fires.
But ahead of that, the ruined keep draws ever nearer, the bluff rising from the surrounds so that the (seemingly) abandoned ruin stands prominent in the northerly landscape. You will reach it before dusk, even in your sorry, footsore state and with the blinded hobbits.
During the day Wen has several sparrow messengers reach him, but none has any news he considers worth pursuing. As evening approaches, the company have finally reached the base of the bluff. The ruin stands above them, and still appears devoid of activity as it has all day.
| Everyone is now reduced to half strength due to starvation. |
What are your orders for the evening?