The group continues on their trek toward the towering wall of foreboding spirits. Their new horseback shadow seems unconcerned that the group have noticed him. The figure maintains the same pace as the cart, but never comes any closer. The figure only comes to a stop as the cart disappears into the mist.
The spirits swirl around them, clawing at the cart and it occupants. Teeth gnash at them as they press on. Tryne feels the elemental struggling against the spectral energy of the mist this time. The Khoravar is much more in tune with the machine now. Flashes of memory of an oncoming train fill his mind, but he wills the cart forward. The spirits whip around Tryne and Torhak in a frenzied cyclone, pulling at their minds, showing them terrors of their lives. Torhak’s dragonmark glows red. White heat flows through the broken shackles of the minotaur.
The late morning light of Breland warms the driver and his shotgun partner. The screams instantly silenced. Talon keeps a wary eye out for their tail as Tryne pushes the cart’s throttle forward, making haste for Salvation Outpost. Somehow the return trip seems faster. The familiar dusty town comes into view. The morning train, having already arrived, awaits its departing passengers. Talon taps her creator on the shoulder and points her nose toward the stranger that has rejoined them.
OOC:
How do you enter town?