Nov 2, 2015 5:56 pm
Night falls on the party's first day of travel. You have been spared the rains today, but little sunlight has made its way through the thick blanket of clouds spread across the sky. You walked along narrow paths between farmers' fields, out of sight of the main road. When evening came, you reached a narrow aisle between fields of tall unharvested corn, picked to ruin by crows and half-rotted from the damp. Once darkness fell, you could hear the creeping and rustling of hundreds of rats moving through the stalks, searching out fallen corn.
Ahead, faintly visible against the rapidly blackening sky, rose several low hills. The corn fields end abruptly, spitting the party out into soggy ground overgrown with tall weeds and thick, ropy vines bearing warty, almost-ripe gourds. The footpath is gone; your feet sink in the mud up to your ankles here. Trudging onward, you start to hear a chorus of low croaking from the frogs gathered at some distant pond.
Wending your way around one of the hills, you see a dim light a few hundred yards to the northwest: an old stone barn, its open doors facing you, glowing with firelight inside.
A chill breeze blows between the hills, and at that moment, a few fat droplets of rain spatter on the backs of your necks.
Ahead, faintly visible against the rapidly blackening sky, rose several low hills. The corn fields end abruptly, spitting the party out into soggy ground overgrown with tall weeds and thick, ropy vines bearing warty, almost-ripe gourds. The footpath is gone; your feet sink in the mud up to your ankles here. Trudging onward, you start to hear a chorus of low croaking from the frogs gathered at some distant pond.
Wending your way around one of the hills, you see a dim light a few hundred yards to the northwest: an old stone barn, its open doors facing you, glowing with firelight inside.
A chill breeze blows between the hills, and at that moment, a few fat droplets of rain spatter on the backs of your necks.
