Post by Admin on Mar 28, 2022 16:51:24 GMT
On their third day out of Coreth, while traversing the plains south towards the formidable Mountainhome, the heroes awoke to chill morning air, each slowly realizing that they’d not been awakened for their assigned watch.
As the night’s dreams faded from memory, it quickly became apparent to all that Caldahk, Paladin of Cromdahk, was no longer in the circle of friends. Jesse, keen of sight when tracking man or beast, ascertained his direction of travel, easily following the tracks of the dwarf's trusted boar, Ysgith, east towards the mountains.
Alas, naught 1 mile from camp the tracks suddenly stopped as if a giant roc had plucked the tiny warrior and his companion straight off their feet.
So endeth the saga of the first dwarven hero of the human lands of New America. Shall the world ever know what befell him that dark and cold night? Shall the heroes continue into the dwarven lands, asking in each hovel and cave after their friend?
As the night’s dreams faded from memory, it quickly became apparent to all that Caldahk, Paladin of Cromdahk, was no longer in the circle of friends. Jesse, keen of sight when tracking man or beast, ascertained his direction of travel, easily following the tracks of the dwarf's trusted boar, Ysgith, east towards the mountains.
Alas, naught 1 mile from camp the tracks suddenly stopped as if a giant roc had plucked the tiny warrior and his companion straight off their feet.
So endeth the saga of the first dwarven hero of the human lands of New America. Shall the world ever know what befell him that dark and cold night? Shall the heroes continue into the dwarven lands, asking in each hovel and cave after their friend?