Session 5: Trek to Ten-Towns

You all see the fainted shapes of a horse and its rider move away into the tundra.

"It lookin like nothin more than some unfortunate bloke met the wrong side of the winter." Helda says after looking around for a while

Returning from the grisly scene with little extra knowledge, expect perhaps, of the dangerous nature of the coming winter, you return to the caravan to find them ready to move on. Beorne shouts as soon as you are in sight, waving a tattered letter in the air. "Ye findin sumethin in there?" he stops to look at the letter, pretending to read it. "em having sumething to be delired to em moneychangers in Bryn Shander, but the cart be empty for everything but food." He points back the way you came from as he adds "Me thinkin it may be folk from the towns back there gonne missin"

"Aye, wouldn't be the first ones to disappear in these mountains. Dangerous place. Lots of trouble hiding in em caves and tunnels." Beorn agrees with Izuhn about this probably being the work of some opportunistic criminals. He point deeper into the mountains. "Ten Trail is safest but ye still need good guardin to keep em danger away"

Beorne prepares the abandoned wagon ("no point in leaving behind sturdy works like em") and in no time you are on the move again. The next day is mostly uneventful, besides the common difficulties for crossing a narrow mountain pass after a snow storm and the casual sighting of potentially troublesome local wild life, but nothing came out of it.

You’ve traveled for two days without interruption and you expect to reach the other side of the Spine of the World soon. Night is falling however, so that would have to wait for tomorrow. The time to make camp is fast approaching and everyone starts to look for a good place to settle for the day.

Suddenly, your peaceful day of travel is interrupted by a whistle of wind and a bestial roar! A javelin tears through the air and a massive, saber-toothed tiger leaps into your midst!

The Sabertooth suddenly stops, looks back towards the snowed mountain and hesitates for a moment before growling back.

As soon as the tiger growls, one of the guards steps closer to put it down, but another javelin flies out of nowhere piercing his shield. The guard looses balance and falls flat on the snow.