Worlde Arcane: Rondunim (Great River)

Worlde Arcane: Ufaeria: Rondunim (Great River)

With permission from the artist Malcolm Horton

Ronduin
The Great River

Serene, calm, and even romantic, the Great River runs smoothly up to Champion Lake.

It is said that in the spring, during the dawn of a new day, the spirit of Uthicarne can be spotted walking along the river and then fading away into the morning light.

Coill Bridge February 10, 2008 - 2:25 pm

Champion Lake September 2, 2010 - 12:35 am

A small encampment on the banks of the river, just south of Coill Bridge April 13, 2006 - 9:03 pm

Cluster of trees on the east bank April 8, 2010 - 12:52 am

East Banks of the Great River January 16, 2010 - 11:53 pm

West Banks of the Great River May 23, 2010 - 10:18 am

The Southern Channel August 3, 2010 - 12:08 am

By Anonymous

Tuesday, September 27, 2005 - 2:55 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(ooc - from 3 days from Rondor)

It was nearly dawn by the time K'zorjian and his comatose captive arrived at the banks of the Great River. The Glare Orc wizard was all but collapsing with fatigue. Only his sheer force of will held him steady on his saddle, his black eyes scanning the trees around him as he made his way between them.

He was careful not to leave the cover of the trees, knowing Rondor Soldiers regularly patrolled the Road to Rondor. The path he chose to tread was a difficult one, taking longer than what it usually would take, but he preferred it that way; if anyone followed, it would be extremely hard for him to track him down, although not impossible.

When he heard the water of the Great River splashing against the banks, K'zorjian breathed in relief. Looking north, he could see only a vast darkness above the treetops, but he knew what was there - Coill Bridge. He didn't turn north, though, but south, moving parallel to the river.

Srivrada stirred in the saddle in front of him. Soon she would wake up, he knew, and urged his horse to speed his pace. Very soon, they would arrive to his camp, and he would be safe.

(ooc - to the Small encampment on the banks of the river, just south of Coill Bridge)

By Srivrada, wandering Cuthail'ky (Srivrada)

Thursday, September 29, 2005 - 2:37 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Srivrada was aware of nothing, as yet -- neither motion nor the passage of time. Any movements she made were involuntary and as a result of the discomfort of the ride. She continued to sleep soundly as the horse made its way to her captor's encampment.

(ooc - to the Small encampment on the banks of the river, just south of Coill Bridge)

By Domikai, the sandwalker (Hatter)

Thursday, October 6, 2005 - 11:29 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Late afternoon light glittered golden on the distant rushing river, the sound of which had long ago been in the hunter's ears. The hunter could feel exhaustion, chafed at the stupidity of itself, of body and half-mind... but it was not yet allowed. A palm was rested to rest upon the rough bark of a tree as the hunter crouched for cover, for scent.

A bridge loomed in the distance...but the scent was divergent. It seemed the orc had not crossed but continued along the river. The oddity of this warned the hunter immediately. A silent rush of angered yet calculating thoughts dimmed by the low buzz of his tiredness. Ears were tilted back to listen to the following half-elf, measuring the few words he would say with precision as eyes turned to look south along the river.

By half elf thief (Jovey)

Sunday, October 9, 2005 - 6:32 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(from Main Roads of Ufaeria; Road to Rondor; 3 days from Rondor)

Jovey gritted his teeth as he stopped near Skado. The lack of sleep, plus the exertion of the previous' night fight along with the strenuous march through the forest, had taken its toll. The half-elf's tired eyes followed the hunter's gaze south, and he nodded in confirmation.

"Yes, I think so too," he said quietly, although he didn't really believe it was necessary. He just wanted to hear his own voice, after half a day of silence and following the desertman through the foliage. "Do yew think we're gaining on them?"

By Domikai, the sandwalker (Hatter)

Thursday, October 13, 2005 - 1:51 am GMT | Edit | Link |

"This we do not know. The stink is greater to the south. Perhaps goblins." Or so the air drifting along the river said. The hunter looked back at the half-elf. Dead with his own fatigue, he looked.

"Rest. You have two hours." The hunter almost sneered as he spoke, shifting to the edge of the river most shielded by overgrowth to rinse the stink of old blood from hands and face, then to drink. He cared little for the half-elf, considered continuing to track the Orc as he slept.

By half elf thief (Jovey)

Sunday, October 16, 2005 - 3:44 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Yew do not command me, thought Jovey, but he didn't speak the words out loud - not from fear to anger the hunter, but because he didn't think it would lead anywhere good. Right now Skado was doing an amazing job tracking the orc and Srivrada down, and Jovey didn't want to worsen their relationship.

But he wasn't going to sleep, either, while he knew Srivrada was away and perhaps suffering. At least not until he knew she was all right.
"I don't need to rest," he said quietly to the other man. "I have spent more than one night awake in the past; I can survive without sleeping." There was a slight edge to his voice - this time he would take no arguments from the hunter. "Keep going," His voice changed, and the eyes that looked at Skado, while tired, were honest and resolved. "I want to find her."

By Domikai, the sandwalker (Hatter)

Sunday, October 16, 2005 - 5:27 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The hunter digested the half-elf's words at the distance of the shore, returning slightly cleaner but no more Uman in appearance than any animal could be. Black regarded the half-elf with the directionless surge of the hunter's rage, but beyond that the man was quiet for a time.

"You need to know, half faer, that we are hunting the Orc. You are responsible for your woman." and with that, the hunter turned south. The tremor in the man's face was perhaps lost on the half-elf. The hunter was losing its presence, and without the object of the drive the true mind beneath would wake... he would certainly hunt for the woman, but the hunter would lose its prize. Such confusion...

He made his pace that of a slow lope, with the strange pause here or there at a sign of the trail, or the scent in the air.

( ooc: to the Small encampment on the banks of the river, just south of Coill Bridge )

By half elf thief (Jovey)

Thursday, October 20, 2005 - 11:36 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Jovey watched Skado disappear between the trees. Hunting the orc... Not if Jovey could help it. For all he cared, all he wanted to do was to find Srivrada, rescue her, and get away from there as quickly as he could.

Five puffs of air. Ten. The Cuthail'ky was not responding. Nearly a minute had passed before her lungs finally spasmed and she coughed involuntarily. She had not yet awakened from having struck her head, however, so she would need to be turned on her side as the river water was expelled.

Srivrada began to breathe normally, then, and with the intake of fresh air, she began to come around. Her eyelids fluttered, then opened, and her gaze lit upon the apparition which had followed her into the river.

It was Jovey -- or rather his spirit, Srivrada believed. She was still taken in by the lie she had been told, and still feeling the effects of the potion she had been given. She took in the bloody gash upon his chest and surmised that this had been the blow which had killed him. She hoped it had not been too painful for him.

And yet . . . if Jovey was dead, and he was here with her, Srivrada reasoned, then . . . Then I must be dead, too. So this is what it feels like. It's not so bad, really . . . And truly, it was not a bad thing for Cuthail'ky and others of the Faer kind, who simply thought of death as a crossing over, from this life unto what came after.

Srivrada reached a slender hand toward Jovey's face and touched his strong jaw. He was really no different in death than he had been in life. She knew not how she had met her end, but she could only hope she had fared as well as he. "If I had known I would find yew here when I met my crossing," the Moon Elf said with all sincerity, "I would not have struggled so hard to survive."

By half elf thief (Jovey)

Sunday, November 20, 2005 - 1:47 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Tears streamed down Jovey's face when Srivrada didn't respond to his efforts to revive her. Wake up, please, he thought frantically and inhaled more air before putting his lips to her again. Please, I need yew. I love...

Her coughs were the most joyful sound he had heard in his life. Jovey turned her on her side to expel the water, and then watched with amazement as she reached her hand to touch him. Tears kept falling, but this time they were tears of happiness. He listened to her words and his lips curled into a smile... and then he was laughing softly. He took Srivrada's shoulder in his hands and pulled her close to him.

"Had yew not struggled so hard to survive, yew would not have met me, my lovely Srivrada," he whispered after he stopped laughing. He looked into her eyes and caressed her wet hair. "Yew are not dead, Srivrada. Yew are very much alive. Thank the Earth and the Heavens, yew are alive..." He embraced her in an even tighter hug, not wanting to let go after he was so close to losing her.

By Srivrada, wandering Cuthail'ky (Srivrada)

Monday, November 21, 2005 - 11:08 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Not knowing -- or, for the moment, caring -- what was happening at the encampment some distance behind them, Srivrada allowed herself to be held for a very long time. Several realizations came to her during this time, not the least of which was that Jovey, too, was alive. She did not even notice the chill of having been soaked in the river -- not as she was enveloped by the warmth of this man she held so dear.

The wizard who had taken her had deceived her, no doubt through some magickal means, to believe her friends had been slain. He had lied to her, to confirm the deception, and the wicked, scarred woman had lied, as well.

When finally she was able to speak past her own tears, Srivrada had much to say. "They told me yew were dead . . . Skado and Raynai, too." Srivrada hoped the half-elf would confirm that their companions, too, had survived. "They keep saying they want something from me, Jovey. They want me to tell them something. To answer a question. But I do not know what that question is."

She placed her hand over the gash upon his chest. "Yew are hurt," she said, only then realizing that her own skin still burned where Zee's powder had touched her. "I think I am not well, either."

With that, Srivrada pulled herself from the half-Elf's grasp and turned her body so that he could examine her back and shoulders. "They have burned me with something, I think."

By half elf thief (Jovey)

Sunday, November 27, 2005 - 12:29 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

He held her close to him and listened to her words. When she spoke of Raynai and Skado, his face darkened. "Raynai is safe; we left her back by the road. As for Skado..." He pursed his lips, recalling the mad charge of the hunter on the camp and the fierce way he had fought the mercenaries. "He helped me find yew. And then he started to create havoc in their camp... Srivrada, the man fights like no other I have seen in my life. I have to believe he survived, too."

He grimaced when she put her hand on his fresh wound - the reunification with Srivrada made him forget all about his wounds - and then widened his eyes when Srivrada turned to present her back to him. The shirt that used to cover the Moon Elf's left shoulder and shoulder blade was now torn, although the tear didn't seem as if a knife or something of that nature caused it. It seemed like something ate through the fabric... and also through her skin; the exposed areas were red and blistering.

"Srivrada... what have they done to yew?" Even while saying this, the half-elf moved to roll the remains of Srivrada's wet shirt up her back. "Can I?" He whispered. He doubted the Cuthail'ky would have thoughts of modesty at that moment, but he couldn't continue without her permission.

By Srivrada, wandering Cuthail'ky (Srivrada)

Tuesday, November 29, 2005 - 10:50 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"Yes, of course," Srivrada answered, welcoming the sensation of his gentle touch upon her skin despite her burns. As she faced downward so that Jovey could examine her back, she realized her nose was dripping blood. It was from the woman kicking her, she knew.

"It was a powder that burned me," she told Jovey, reaching up to gingerly touch her nose. "A white powder, I think, in a little black box. That woman . . . she was threatening me with it, and then it spilled."

Srivrada did her best to stay still as Jovey examined her, but the burning was making her squirm just a bit. To keep her mind occupied as he worked, she looked out unto the river, and it was there she saw . . . something. A bundle of cloth, perhaps? Surely not a man . . .

"Jovey, look. Out there. What is that floating upon the water?"

By Domikai, the sandwalker (Hatter)

Tuesday, November 29, 2005 - 11:11 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The darkness that seemed a bundle of cloth had an arrow lodged in the approximate place a shoulder might be, if not more in the form of crossbow bolts.

It took moments before the desertman was conscious of the water, that he was in water, and choking lungful put the cloth bundle into deseperate action to hold his head above water and get a breath.

By half elf thief (Jovey)

Wednesday, November 30, 2005 - 2:59 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Jovey had to bite his lower lip as he examined the burns upon the Moon Elf's white skin. The half-elf had a bit of knowledge in herb lore, but he didn't think he knew what should be done to overcome such toxic reactions. He told that to Srivrada as he gently touched her exposed back. "If I find some willow leaves in the forest, I think I can ease yer pain. But other than that, we have to take yew to a real healer..."

He stopped talking when he heard her speaking about something drifting in the river. Turning his head, he immediately saw that it was a man, and that he was drowning. Jovey jumped on his feet to have a better look, and felt his heart missing a beat. "Great Era Katana!" He gasped. "Srivrada, I think that's Skado!"

Even as he shouted the half-elf was already searching... there. A heavy tree branch. He ran to grab it, and then ran back to the river's bank. "Srivrada, hold me!" he said as he stretched on his stomach on the bank and held out his hand with the branch. "Skado, here! Grab the branch!"

By Domikai, the sandwalker (Hatter)

Wednesday, November 30, 2005 - 10:06 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The desertman didn't so much grab the branch (he didn't even hear the half-elf's voice) as run into it. Ragged cloth edges caught on the rough bark and the arrow along his shoulder, and the desertman scrambled to pull himself back with a yelp. He slung the arm of the injured shoulder over the obstruction and hung there, tugged by the water. Even the goggles were still in place, glittering wet in the light.

By Srivrada, wandering Cuthail'ky (Srivrada)

Saturday, December 3, 2005 - 2:36 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Srivrada positioned herself behind Jovey and held tightly to his legs. The shock of Skado's collision must have travelled through Jovey's limbs, as well as through the tree branch, for Srivrada was certain she felt it herself. Tears sprang to her eyes at Skado's expression of pain, but as soon as she realized he was attempting to hang on to the log, she began to work her way backwards up the bank, in an effort to assist Jovey with pulling their friend to safety.

By half elf thief (Jovey)

Sunday, December 4, 2005 - 9:11 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"Hold on!" said Jovey through gritted teeth. The half-elf almost lost the tree branch when Skado ran into it - it was already wet and slippery - but he managed to hold on to it at the last moment. Using the last bits of strength in his body, Jovey pulled the log and the desertman from the river and onto the bank. It was slow going, his muscles bulged and he was out of breath, and without Srivrada's help he would surely have fallen along with the hunter back into the river.

Finally, he pulled one last time and grabbed Skado by his armpits. From here on it was easier to pull the man to the solid ground of the bank. Once there, all Jovey wanted to do was to collapse, but he forced himself to stay on his knees and examined the desertman. "Skado," he breathed, "Talk to me. Are yew all right?"

By Domikai, the sandwalker (Hatter)

Sunday, December 4, 2005 - 9:48 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Waterlogged and chilled, the desertman was still for moments after he'd been dragged onto the bank. There were a number of shallow cuts along with the arrow lodged in his shoulder.

Coughing answered the half-elf's question, and the desertman pushed himself up as the lungful of water he'd inhaled was expelled. His movements were clumsy, disoriented. It took three tries before he pulled the goggles down from his eyes, resting a blank stare on Jovey and Srivrada, which then shifted back to the river that he'd just come from.

"Fine.. fine... We have to go. Now..." He stumbled to his feet. To the desertman, the hunter may have bought them time, but doubtless the Orc and his hired help would want some form of revenge. They would be searching... exhaustion mattered little.

By half elf thief (Jovey)

Tuesday, December 6, 2005 - 7:01 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Jovey sighed in relief and smiled upon hearing Skado's voice. The smile vanished quickly, however, when the hunter tried to stand up. Jovey reached out and grabbed the man by his wet clothes. "Wait... we need a few minutes. To rest." He plopped back on the ground and scanned the river and the other bank. "Yew caused havoc in their midst, Skado. I saw it. They won't be after us so fast."

By Srivrada, wandering Cuthail'ky (Srivrada)

Wednesday, December 7, 2005 - 3:43 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Despite her relief that their friend was alive, Srivrada did not hesitate to take Jovey's side and argue with Skado. "None of us are in any condition to run," she agreed. "Yer shoulder . . . the arrow must be removed and the shoulder bound. All of us are wounded, and from what Jovey tells me, neither of yew have slept."

She looked from one man to the other. "Should we find a place to hide?"

By Domikai, the sandwalker (Hatter)

Wednesday, December 7, 2005 - 9:15 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Arrow? No, the desertman felt dull throb of pain that was the arrow, but it wasn't concrete for him until he looked over his right shoulder and saw it. A clawed hand was lifted, touched lightly at the base of the object. He swayed briefly before regaining his balance.

Their voices were logical, but that did little to scratch the surface of old paranoias. The desertman was resigned though...but did not sit. If he sat here, fell asleep here...they would not be able to rouse him to find a place of hiding.

"Have not slept?" black eyes turned back to the elf and half-elf, "I haven't slept for five days. We should find a place of hiding, yes..."

All was said distantly, as the desertman was already looking along the trees that covered this bank of the river.

By half elf thief (Jovey)

Thursday, December 8, 2005 - 1:54 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"Yer right," said Jovey eventually. He stood up with much effort and joined Skado in searching the surrounding area for a suitable place to hide.

"There," He pointed to a small cluster of trees not too far from their position. "We can rest there and also keep an eye on the river, in case someone comes after us. Come, we must hurry." He didn't wait for a reply from Skado - the hunter seemed keen on arguing even when he was on the verge of collapsing - and instead offered Srivrada his hand to help her stand up. He would go there once he made sure they all could cover that small distance without crumpling to the ground.

By Anonymous

Sunday, December 11, 2005 - 4:28 am GMT | Edit | Link |

He saw the shadow ere he saw what had made it, and he very nearly dropped the basket of herbs he'd been collecting. Three heads, the shadow had, and six legs! The gnomish little fellow scurried behind a rock and fearfully watched it draw nearer. He knew there'd been some goblins at that camp upriver, but he'd not known there'd been monsters . . .

And then the sunlight shone upon it. Filtered by the leaves of the trees, it was, but it was better than no light at all. The gnome breathed a sigh of relief. It was not a monster, after all, but three Elven folk of one race or another, holding one another upright. Well, two of them were Elven of some sort. The third, the one with the arrow sticking out of him, it was hard to tell. They were all soaking wet, and the one fellow had a determined look on his face that the little gnome wouldn't want to cross.

He slipped behind a rock that was plenty big enough to hide him, deciding he'd just remain out of sight until these three moved on. No sense in making trouble where there needn't be any, he thought to himself. He busied himself by silently inventorying the herbs he'd found thus far.

By Srivrada, wandering Cuthail'ky (Srivrada)

Thursday, December 15, 2005 - 2:31 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Srivrada took Jovey's offered hand and moved to the other side of Skado. Between the two of them, perhaps they would be able to get their companion to the safety of the trees.

As they struggled along, the Cuthail'ky's luminous eyes sensed motion among the very trees toward which they were heading.

She loosened one hand from her grip on Skado and pointed silently. Someone, or something, was ahead.

By half elf thief (Jovey)

Friday, December 16, 2005 - 12:24 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Jovey grunted in pain as they struggled to get to the small cluster of trees, and then stopped when Srivrada pointed ahead. He noticed her alertness, and quickly searched the bushes and rocks ahead of them. He didn't see anybody, and the river that still rushed by made it impossible to hear if something was moving there. Still, if Srivrada thought she saw something...

Having lost his longbow when he jumped into the river, Jovey cursed silently and instead drew one of the daggers that was still hidden in his clothes. Maybe a goblin was ambushing there, or a few of them. "Skado," he whispered, "we may have company." He didn't know if the hunter was capable of anything right now, but at least he could warn him. He nodded to Srivrada and resumed walking toward the trees. If anything jumped on them, he would be ready.

(ooc - to the Cluster of trees on the east bank, unless someone interferes before we get there...)

By Domikai, the sandwalker (Hatter)

Friday, December 16, 2005 - 8:19 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The desertman would manage, whether his body agreed at the moment or not. It was actually the proximity of the elf and the half-elf that kept him moving, the tension there.

His ears tilted up at the warning whisper, although he was slow to examine the trees, the ground before them. A deep breath, to scent...but there was nothing...nothing but...

"I smell herbs." hoarse, low reply, he felt for one of the throwing daggers with a hand. It felt clumsy, there in his palm. He continued on towards the trees with the others.

( ooc: to Cluster of trees on the east bank )

By Srivrada, wandering Cuthail'ky (Srivrada)

Friday, December 16, 2005 - 11:30 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Srivrada returned Jovey's nod, and with Skado in tow, continued to move ahead. She had no weapon of her own, but she was still relatively mobile. If the companions were attacked, she could certainly provide a diversion while the men used their daggers.

(ooc: to the cluster of trees)

By Raynai (Bluechilde)

Wednesday, January 4, 2006 - 2:58 am GMT | Edit | Link |

((From: 3 Days From Rondor.))

Slowing to a walk, Raynai strode alongside the river as if hand in hand with a very old friend, her head cocked to listen to the land on her right, hoping to hear even a rustle, or spot a sign of her companions. Her bright blue eyes remained hopeful, because she had found no reason to believe they were anything but fine. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

She paused her optimistically bouncy steps to eye the wetted tree branch looking rather lonely all by itself on the muddy bank. Raising an eyebrow, she cautiously walked around it to the opposite side, spotting the skid marks in the mud. She felt the wet grass with her toes, experimentally brushing her foot across the grass farther inland. Wet too. She looked up from the boring green blades to spot another lonely characteristic not far from her old friend the River. Looking around to see if there was any other possible destinations for the tree-branch-abducting, bank-scrapping and grass-washing blob of river water, Raynai sauntered, though cautiously, toward the small grove of trees.

By Raynai (Bluechilde)

Saturday, January 7, 2006 - 11:20 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

A distant rustle and maybe even a whisper were enough to make Raynai freeze in what resembled fear. A knot was growing in her stomache as her diaphragm refused to move, her teeth clenching tight. Suddenly she felt rather foolish, standing in plain sight as if she could be invisible, but only if she didn't move. She set her heel back down on the soft ground, letting her arms hang at her sides, gazing expectantly at the coppice.

It was obvious to her now that if whatever might be hiding back there, for it surely wasn't river water (it could never speak audibly), wanted to present itself, it would. So, feeling increasingly alone, she stood as if ready to accept whatever Fate had planned for her.

By Raynai (Bluechilde)

Thursday, January 12, 2006 - 1:22 am GMT | Edit | Link |

((OOC: Post forthcoming, possibly this Friday afternoon. Finals are approaching...))

By Srivrada, wandering Cuthail'ky (Srivrada)

Friday, January 13, 2006 - 1:43 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Srivrada moved her head as stealthily as she might, in order to peer from the relative safety of the trees at whatever waited without. Her mouth flew open in surprise as she recognized Raynai standing before her.

Trusting Skado to watch her back, Srivrada emerged from the copse of trees and ran toward the girl, with the intent to collect her and pull her to safety.

By Raynai (Bluechilde)

Sunday, January 15, 2006 - 7:09 am GMT | Edit | Link |

A wide grin spread across Raynai's face as she spotted Srivrada. Her spirits soared, only to fade slightly when she recognized the urgency and hurry in the other's step. Her expression turned to one of inquiry and worry while her thoughts excitedly spun themselves into confusing knots. So much so she was compelled to ask what was wrong, her anxiety barely quelled by the notion she'd find out soon enough- Srivrada was almost to her now.

By Srivrada, wandering Cuthail'ky (Srivrada)

Sunday, January 15, 2006 - 8:46 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"Raynai, yew must come with me," Srivrada said, reading the confusion upon the child's face. "Waste neither time nor words; yer questions will be answered soon enough."

If the girl would allow herself to be grabbed, Srivrada would take her by the arm and lead her into the CLUSTER OF TREES where the others were hiding.

By Raynai (Bluechilde)

Thursday, January 19, 2006 - 4:23 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Raynai clenched her teeth as she was touched, but didn't complain, content to follow Srivrada. She hadn't expected an explanation right away, anyhow.

((OOC: Sorry for the delay. To: the Cluster of Trees.))

By Anonymous

Thursday, April 27, 2006 - 1:35 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Zee and her mercenaries travelled the banks, looking for any sign of the small party they pursued. At one point, they came upon a place where it looked as if something -- or someone -- had been dragged from the river. And yet there was no sign of any thing or anyone nearby.

One of the Umans spoke up. "Mistress, there is a gnome who lives in a cave hereabouts. Let us find him and ask if he has seen these folk."

Zee sat silently as she considered the merc's proposal. She and some of the mercs were on horseback, while others followed on foot. "I suppose it would not be a waste of our time," she allowed. "Lead the way, if yew know the whereabouts of this fellow's cave."

The merc pointed, and the group made its way toward a nearby CLUSTER OF TREES.

By Anonymous

Sunday, April 18, 2010 - 7:07 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

East Banks of the Great River)

Crossing the river would take some time for although it was a gentle current it was still dark. The unsaddled riders would have to move ahead and sort out a safe enough path for the horses, ensuring they not let their mounts hooves slip on the rocks below the surface. If any of the horses broke a leg they would have to be put down and that would slow their journey.
Ward's encumbered mount seemed to be the most hesitant about crossing the river, which was understandable being that the poor creature bore such a great burden, being the majority of their supplies along with heavy weaponry, as it was.

By Renegar, the Ranger (Renegar)

Saturday, April 24, 2010 - 12:31 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Is it me and my computer, or is there something really wrong with the layout of this page?)

Renegar moved slowly, speaking softly to his mare as they went, picking the way for her by sliding each of his booted feet in a wide semicircle with every step, looking for irregularities on the river's bottom.

He kept an eye upon the others, thinking it not a good thing at all that the most skittish of the horses was being guided by the least stable of the men. "Follow right behind one of the rest of us," he suggested to Ward. "Yer mount will like it better, being part of a train."

By Anonymous

Sunday, May 9, 2010 - 6:32 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Weird. Just noticed that.)

Ward responded with a grunt but he did as Renegar had suggested nonetheless.
The half drow waited to follow behind the old vet as well, he didn't want to admit it but Renegar had a point. Ward's horse lifted his head at times, but the old soldier tugged the reigns down swiftly. Daer kept an eye on them from the rear.

Up ahead, Golyath lead his own horse through the river with apparent ease. It was clear he had made this type of journey before. "Keep up Hale," he growled over his shoulder, knowing the thin man would be the one to lag behind.

In fact, Hale had yet to join them in crossing the river. His own horse offered more resistance than even Ward's but this was less about the river and more about the horse's disdain for her rider. Ultimately, the mare complied. Yet again, this was more so because the mare did not want to be separated from the other horses and had little to do with obeying Hale.

It would take some time, but eventually, one by one, they would ford the river successfully. Reaching the west banks of the great river in time for the morning sunrise.

(TO:	West Banks)

By Renegar, the Ranger (Renegar)

Monday, May 10, 2010 - 1:19 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(TO:	west banks)

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