Mar 5, 2018 6:04 pm
As night begins to creep back in for the second day of your travels The peaks of the mountains, which had originally broke the horizon around mid day were much closer. The grandeur of the Thulon Mountains was quite a sight. The peaking stone jutted out like daggers towards the sky. Some say the mountains were a result of an ancient battle between pantheon long forgotten to this world and time. The tan and drak brown of the mountains now casts an orange and purple hue from the waning sun that is now falling towards the west, offering little light to give to the beauty of the mountain range.
Elijah, speaking up for the first time all day claims while awestruck "This sight never fails to amaze me. We walk forward in our lives, we get old, and we eventually die. These mountains though will be there for our children's children to admire".
Over time a dirt trail lends itself towards the center of the mountain range, where two arcing pieces of mountain combine to create an arch.
"They call that the Gods Arch. And that is where the bandits will lay in wait, hoping for travellers to venture in before robbing them blind of all their belongings. We can venture closer, but we must do so with care. They may see us and think im leading you to them but if that happens and we disappear, they will think something is up." he motions you all to follow his hand as he begins to draw a very crudely laid plan on the ground in the dirt.
"If they are in their usual spots, the archers will be near the apex of that arch, as well as a couple on the sides here and here" he says pointing to some smaller ledges on the sides of the mountain range. His finger nails caked in the wet dirt from the ground.
"Their muscle on the other hand will hide out to catch us from behind while a few more may to stop infront of us. It's important we dont get cornered during this or it will be a hard time trying to get out of this fight unscathed."
Elijah, speaking up for the first time all day claims while awestruck "This sight never fails to amaze me. We walk forward in our lives, we get old, and we eventually die. These mountains though will be there for our children's children to admire".
Over time a dirt trail lends itself towards the center of the mountain range, where two arcing pieces of mountain combine to create an arch.
"They call that the Gods Arch. And that is where the bandits will lay in wait, hoping for travellers to venture in before robbing them blind of all their belongings. We can venture closer, but we must do so with care. They may see us and think im leading you to them but if that happens and we disappear, they will think something is up." he motions you all to follow his hand as he begins to draw a very crudely laid plan on the ground in the dirt.
"If they are in their usual spots, the archers will be near the apex of that arch, as well as a couple on the sides here and here" he says pointing to some smaller ledges on the sides of the mountain range. His finger nails caked in the wet dirt from the ground.
"Their muscle on the other hand will hide out to catch us from behind while a few more may to stop infront of us. It's important we dont get cornered during this or it will be a hard time trying to get out of this fight unscathed."