The houses mount up and the wagons ready to push on to Blackhaven, ......

Several day on the road and the have been uneventful for the most part. The men are in good spirits and the weather has been fair until today, ....

Heavy dark clouds rolls in and a storm is brewing from the coast - high winds and they are becoming stronger. It begins to rain as the wagons start to slow down. Some of the horses become agitated and restless, lighting strikes fiercely and the crackly of a whip is heard after each stroke of light, then they disappear in the darkness of the clouds.

This is way these parts are called the Stormlands.

After several hours of heavy rain fall the rain begins to slow down but not stop. The party on this muddy road, Blackhaven is just a just days travel.

The Storm God must be pissed because it has been raining on and off with gray clouds for almost 3 days. The men are covered in mud the horses are extremely tired having to pull and trotted thought the mud.

The night is cold and harsh with the rain. The camp is busy but solemn wanting this journey to end. The men usually of good spirits grumble as they can not find a way to stay dry.  The winds blow and the thunder crashes. The sound of horses splashing through mud echos through the camp. The Blue Lancer out riders have returned.

Picket guards are alerted, and they meet the incoming riders. The Guards challenge the Riders. "Approach and be recognized"

The Outrider replies "Blue Lancer Larn, I have information for Captain Merius on are location."

The guard immediately dispatches a subordinate to find Merius.

A cry through the camp is heard "Captain Merius, Captain Merius. The forward Outrider has returned."
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Pella exits from the tent where the women have been staying. She approaches Mathys and Edric with a seriousness that borders on grim resolve. Even Mathys can sense this is not the time to tease her.

Edric, your sister Mara, has taken ill with the weather. I could see it in her over the last few days, but she would not admit to it or allow me to examine her. As we entered the tent she fainted. Thank goodness. Polina caught her. She seems to be suffering from some type of fever dream. I have given her some sweet sleep, but still she calls out a name.... Thorin. I sense she is afraid for him.  Do you know who Thorin is.



OOC: Mathys and Edric roll a Cunning roll with Memory.

Merius sighs. Why did they always returned when he was about to finally get a meal?... He looked outside, past the tent flap, and saw the bitter rain still pounding down. 'Why have I really left the warm nights of Essos?...' he thinks.

He put his knife down and sips some warm mulled wine to give him some warmth. Merius always made a point of enduring the same as his riders. He would never simply receive them as if they were servants to him. Sword belt on, he make his way through the sloshing mud to where an obviously anxious rider waited. He rubbed the horse on the forehead, one of the perks of the job, and looked up to the rider.

'I hope your tidings are not as bleak as the weather...'
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Leon and his small contingent of men from Poppy Hall had finally arrived in the Stormlands. It was obvious to Leon why they called it the Stormlands. It had been raining for at least three days. The other mens spirits were near crushed, but for Leon as he approached the Picket Guards he was elated and anxious because he was about to meet his destiny. Maybe one day, his name would be held in esteem like the noble Ser Mathys. The wrongs Leon could right.


As they approached, the Guards challenged them. "Approach and be Recognized. State your name and purpose."

The Neumann guards not recognizing the boy or the men from Poppy Hall took a ready position.

Yes Captain, the weather she is bleak, but hopefully this will brighten your day. We are but a day maybe slightly more from the Dornish encampment at Blackhaven. I ran into a few of their scouts, and they have told me the best way to approach.

The young Blue Lancer, Larn, was obviously proud that he had delivered this information.