The road is long, with many a winding turn. 11 hours pass, though the wagon moves swiftly, the horses need no coaxing to move as quickly as they can, time seems to just drag on and on and you feel as if you may never reach Yester Hill. Davian assures you it's just a bit farther, and a flock of ravens seems to guide you through the foggy forest.
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(You are at y1, the bottom of the hill, a trail leads up 600 feet to the top of the hill)
The trail through the thick woods leads to a hill covered with dead grass and cairns of black rock. Dark, ominous clouds gather high above, and a single bolt of lightning is frozen in time as it strikes the hilltop. West of the hill, the land, the woods, and the sky vanish behind a towering wall of fog.
Ireena stands in her seat on the wagon, "Oh Night Mother...that lightning!!!!"
Dag: "Are we too late, Davian?"
Davian: "They have awakened Gulthias! Kavan is sure to follow swiftly behind."
He stops the wagon and gets off. "I will be back shortly..." A stretching of the face until it is shaped like a beak. Shortening of the spine until is is only two feet tall. Blackening of the skin until it is nothing but feathers, his clothes fall to the mud around him. The process takes but a moment and he is flying away.