06-17-2014, 01:57 PM
Mema guides you back along the road which bought you here. You turn off the road leading back to Vestfold ans ride swiftly along a narrow, dry path which winds up in the middle of swamps.
Your way gets slightly elevated over the surroundings, and you can see the lands a bit far about. Off on your left a lazy plume of smoke drifts into the sky from Mema's hamlet. She says it's called Three Willows. A settlement so tiny that isn't shown on your map.
Your attention is drawn to the far end of the swampy plains below you, way off to your right. You shiver involuntarily and the hairs on the nape of your neck rise. Your horse shies and whinnies in terror. A thick stench fills your lungs. The sparse slopes are being slowly enveloped by an advancing wave of black lava... or so it seams. Your eyes adjust to the distance and you see that the oozing black mass is not liquid, but a seething ocean of people. Even as you watch, it sweeps closer, spreading like a dark stain.You have found the invading army, bbut will you survive to make use of your knowledge? There are many more people in the horde below than in Blackmoor's entire army.
What do you do?
Your way gets slightly elevated over the surroundings, and you can see the lands a bit far about. Off on your left a lazy plume of smoke drifts into the sky from Mema's hamlet. She says it's called Three Willows. A settlement so tiny that isn't shown on your map.
Your attention is drawn to the far end of the swampy plains below you, way off to your right. You shiver involuntarily and the hairs on the nape of your neck rise. Your horse shies and whinnies in terror. A thick stench fills your lungs. The sparse slopes are being slowly enveloped by an advancing wave of black lava... or so it seams. Your eyes adjust to the distance and you see that the oozing black mass is not liquid, but a seething ocean of people. Even as you watch, it sweeps closer, spreading like a dark stain.You have found the invading army, bbut will you survive to make use of your knowledge? There are many more people in the horde below than in Blackmoor's entire army.
What do you do?
He's a real Nowhere man, sitting in his Nowhere land,
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.