Jun 6, 2019 4:30 pm
Eldrog
As the wagon train moves slowly out of town, the hard-packed earth causing Eldrog jumps up and down, each rock or clump of earth causing you to have to grab the side rail to keep fromk getting launched.
"Yes, my good dwur, it is a great day for travel!" Bastion says, sweeping his arm toward the clouded sky. In truth, the weather was warm, and the clouds not so gathered as to pose a threat of bad weather. The winds blew lightly from the north, and once the jarring up and down stopped, it promised to be the start of a fine adventure.
Suddenly, from far behind the train comes a disruption. Turning to look, you see a slender fellow with a clean-shaved head and neatly groomed beard. He wears vestments of some type, indicating that he may be a priest of some sort. He is screaming and yelling for the wagons to stop, and when they do, he arrives at the last wagon, addressing a slender, red-haired man who holds the reins.
"Well, then, friend Eldrog, looks like it's time to take a break already!" Bastion smirks, watching the scene behind you.
"Punctuality, my friend, it is the bane of this generation of people. Mark my words, no good comes from an interrupted journey, especially in the shadows of the Dreadwood; and before we have had time to get started even!"
As the wagon train moves slowly out of town, the hard-packed earth causing Eldrog jumps up and down, each rock or clump of earth causing you to have to grab the side rail to keep fromk getting launched.
"Yes, my good dwur, it is a great day for travel!" Bastion says, sweeping his arm toward the clouded sky. In truth, the weather was warm, and the clouds not so gathered as to pose a threat of bad weather. The winds blew lightly from the north, and once the jarring up and down stopped, it promised to be the start of a fine adventure.
Suddenly, from far behind the train comes a disruption. Turning to look, you see a slender fellow with a clean-shaved head and neatly groomed beard. He wears vestments of some type, indicating that he may be a priest of some sort. He is screaming and yelling for the wagons to stop, and when they do, he arrives at the last wagon, addressing a slender, red-haired man who holds the reins.
"Well, then, friend Eldrog, looks like it's time to take a break already!" Bastion smirks, watching the scene behind you.
"Punctuality, my friend, it is the bane of this generation of people. Mark my words, no good comes from an interrupted journey, especially in the shadows of the Dreadwood; and before we have had time to get started even!"
