Post by DM Hawk on Oct 4, 2011 20:40:01 GMT -5
...and guide their horses east from the road. Quietly they ride beneath the boughs of the great trees of the King's Forest. One of the horses whickers as the riders pull on the reins and still their steeds.
The riders dismount and turn hooded faces toward one another before striding ahead into the brush. Eventually they locate an overgrown path that leads deeper into the wood. They pass a small fire pit, long cold, and come to a deep ravine. After crossing a rickety bridge, the two cowled travelers approach the remains of a burned cabin. Most of the structure is burned away while some parts remain, riddled with rot from the Cormyrian rains.
Together, the riders speak a solemn farewell to the faces of friends locked in memory. Prayers are made to Oghma, Tempus, Lathander, Mielikki, and Lady Luck on their behalf. The voices grow quiet again and the travelers stand in silence. Then, slowly, they make their way back to their steeds.
North they ride to Waymoot and skirt along a small trail to a wooden house. A knock on the door brings forward a familiar face and for a brief time the three speak of old times and old friends. A heartfelt farewell is bid and the two riders are off once again, guiding their steeds onward to the north and east.
The riders dismount and turn hooded faces toward one another before striding ahead into the brush. Eventually they locate an overgrown path that leads deeper into the wood. They pass a small fire pit, long cold, and come to a deep ravine. After crossing a rickety bridge, the two cowled travelers approach the remains of a burned cabin. Most of the structure is burned away while some parts remain, riddled with rot from the Cormyrian rains.
Together, the riders speak a solemn farewell to the faces of friends locked in memory. Prayers are made to Oghma, Tempus, Lathander, Mielikki, and Lady Luck on their behalf. The voices grow quiet again and the travelers stand in silence. Then, slowly, they make their way back to their steeds.
North they ride to Waymoot and skirt along a small trail to a wooden house. A knock on the door brings forward a familiar face and for a brief time the three speak of old times and old friends. A heartfelt farewell is bid and the two riders are off once again, guiding their steeds onward to the north and east.