Re: Chapter 8: The Road to Skull Gorge
With heavy hearts, the party withdraws as covertly as they can manage, hopeful to not draw the attention of the green dragon presently sunbathing atop the bridge. Fortunately, they are successful and they are soon marching southward, their destination: Drellin's Ferry.
Soon, the party is within the thick of the ancient wood again, darkness looming deeper as the sun draws ever nearer the western horizon. The adventurers stop to make camp, unwilling to press forward in darkness. Unwilling are they too, to light any fire, and it is a cold camp again. Not that it ever grows cold at any point during the evening. Warm and humid it remains, difficult conditions to get a good night's rest to be certain.
At some point during the late evening, early morning hours, while Sarah is on watch, she hears heavy footfalls and the occasional snapping of trees and rustling of brush somewhere in the darkness, to the east, away from the Dawn Way. Something large is moving through the forest, headed straight toward the adventurers.
Sarah sees nothing but darkness, but she can certainly hear something approaching...