Re: [IC] On the Road to Fen-on-the-Fen
"Fare you well, noble travelers," Zilini says in parting, returning to the other fire. Within an hour, he and "Lady Arcane" are asleep, with Zorak keeping watch as the evening descends into night. Those on watch see Zorak and Zilini trade spots a few times, one always awake at some point during the evening. The silver cat is also seen patrolling around the campsite a few times.
Those on watch hear mostly natural sounds, small animals in the underbrush, once, the death-scream of a rabbit likely becoming dinner for a lynx, the rustling of deer browsing. This road is reasonably well-traveled, and it seems wise creatures have learned to avoid lurking about it when it is occupied.
By the time dawn comes, along with a serenade of birds, Zorak is back on watch, cooking up something meaty in a stewpot. Ethrain is up with the sun, making a large pot of porridge and tipping in dried fruits and some honey to sweeten it.
"We didn't get eaten by lights, did we? Good start, then," he says with a bit of a smile, spooning his breakfast into his mouth in small, efficient bites. Before long, he has his tent broken down, and finishes repacking and saddling his mount while the rest of you go through your morning routines. By the time you're ready to go, "Lady Arcane" still hasn't made an appearance, and Zilini and Zorak seem to be in the middle of some game with dice and colorful stones. Zilini waves as you turn and ride down the road heading south, a spot of color on the road.
Wellop the buckskin gelding, and Kiley, the brown with the blaze, seem a bit frisky this morning, with Narthain having to bribe Kiley with a bit of apple to get her to behave. Lantamori had taken the more skittish Wellop, and had ended up lagging behind the others a bit as Wellop dawdled and played. But as the day grew longer, and the growth near the road became more and more impenetrable, he rejoined the group willingly. The humidity became more noticeable by noon, and Ethrain is looking at at the road with more ease, more recognition.
There are occasional road posts of carved rock, written in an archaic form of Common and decorated with symbols, all overgrown with emerald-green moss. While its generally scholars and historians who know the actual meaning of the writing, the meaning of the symbols are known by most experienced travelers. Not surprisingly, many of the road posts here warn that beyond the road is marsh, dangerous for beasts of burden. One marks a stream course, another that there was a village ahead. A few hours before sunset, you come to a particularly elaborate road post, and Ethrain reins his horse in and waits until you've come close enough that he can speak.
The symbols on the road post are that of a sun rising inside the horizon. The symbol for a nearby temple of any sort is a rising sun over the horizon, so the inside-horizon sun has some to mean that the shrine to a small god is nearby. Ethrain touches the post with a hand both reverent and oddly tentative.
"This is the way to the Stone Tree. I think she is eager to meet you. I... she will undoubtedly like to look you over. It may be she might know something further that has happened in this last week. She knows..." Ethrain trails off, and looks uncomfortable about saying more.