The party takes a short breather upon exiting the forest.
Duran dons the armor with the elvish markings and finds it feels exceptionally durable compared to his existing armor (OOC: magic leather armor, +2 to AC) . Once thus fitted out, the fighter turns to the rest of the party.
"I say that we skirt the road north to Fairbrook that way we can easily hide if anyone comes along. If Karnak gets back soon we can use him to scout for us," says Duran.
"I agree, Duran. That path seems to me the most sound." Oloc looks up into the gloom. "Let us hope Karnak can find us in the darkness!"
Oloc isn't too comfortable out in the open at night. He tries to stay in the middle of the party, head up and eyes scanning about.
"Your plan sounds solid Duran. Let's start moving." Gaven takes rear guard and keep a close eye on the forest. He keeps a tight grip on his club.
Varros agrees with the others regarding the plan, hoping to avoid entering into any sort of melee combat, and to stay out of the line of fire should an encounter occur.
As you move along the road, the distance between you and the forest increases, despite your fatigue. About halfway to Fairbrook, you notice clouds move in, covering the moon, and shortly thereafter a soft, steady rain begins to fall. This makes it somewhat difficult to continue your advance off the road, but you manage it anyway, without incurring too much delay. Visibility is low, but you are still close enough to the road to keep an eye on it. You see no activity there, or anywhere else around you. It seems that anybody and anything – besides your company – has taken shelter from the rain.
Karnak does not return during your march.
Gradually, the sky begins to brighten in the east, but the rain continues to fall steadily. Despite being dripping wet, and bone tired, the increasing daylight is a welcome relief, after a night march out of werewolf territory at the full moon. You finally arrive exhausted but unmolested at the south gate of Fairbrook, around 8:30 a.m., on a grey, damp Friday the 13th.
You are greeted a mailed sentry at the palisade gate, protected from the weather by a slight overhang of the wooden guard tower behind him. "Good morrow! Please declare your names and your bus..." The sentry squints into the rain. "Ah, I recognize you – the goblin troubles last week. What brings you gentlemen back to Fairbrook? You've had an overlong march in the rain by the looks of it."
The time is 8:30 a.m. on Friday 13 July.
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