"Very well." The King said to Nsia, seemingly unfazed by the stench she released into the air, "If it necessary, you may make whatever preparations you so desire."<br/><br/>The others invariably grumbled or visibly demonstrated their repugnance of her art. All save for Vaelor, who may have long since lost his capacity for scent. Or he had become accustomed to foul stenches. The King shook his head and produced a scroll from his pack, "First watch tonight is... Morgan."<br/><br/>The other tiefling was quiet, her reddish features hidden underneath a hood and much of her body concealed in leather and random pieces of armor and equipment. Altogether, she was stealthy... among the most innocuous of the group, despite Angrim's advantage of size. She clicked her tongue and stood up, approaching Vaelor. The undead had no need for sleep, and so every night he stood vigil over the group. The second person was there to watch where he could not, to spot the things that would otherwise elude him, and also to keep his mind from wandering.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Elsewhere, Angrim and Velatha continued to travel throughout the keep. Everywhere, abandoned rooms... it seemed ransacked of anything of value- moss and vines long seeping into even the deepest parts of the citadel. A few birds flew around inside the great halls, and rats fled from their footsteps.<br/><br/>Much of the main floor was completely empty, though Velatha knew what lurked beneath... It was beginning to approach darkness, and however much it would have helped them in their endeavor to avoid detection... the night would make getting back much more difficult. After they had secured most of the immediate area, a few towers above and cellars below eluded them- but there was little time this late in the day. Velatha knew that what lurked beneath them was of little threat if it hadn't made itself known already...<br/><br/>By the time they returned to camp, some had already went to sleep- while others sat around a small campfire that was already turning to faint glowing embers. "Don't you all want to hear a story!?" Vwyn's voice boisterously echoed as the two returned, the black armored knight sweeping his arm across to the rest of the group still awake, "Well, I want to."<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Day 8</strong></span>(http://youtu.be/_nZGoIy-znI)<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://s27.postimg.org/e750h7bxv/bridge_to_the_forbidden_land_by_sabbatica_d5h1md.png)</div><br/>They set out the following morning, finally passing through narrow archways and passages to behold the famed bridge of Golgorath, which had previously been denied to them. It was made entirely of stone, a mile long and seemed to be faring better against the earth's reclamation than the rest of the city. Moss and life crawled up its supports, but the stone walkway itself was untouched.<br/><br/>The world around them seemed to be a different place... behind them, the plains of Loth Carnon- where many claimed as their home. Ahead of them, Great Forest- a place where none have ever returned from. The woods sprawled out into the horizon like a great vast sea. Few could imagine what it looked like from the stories of old... It was smaller then, but beautiful and green. Even then there were places no one returned from- but in those days, it was because they had found some ancient faerie or dryad who promised them eternal life for secrecy... Now only death and madness awaited those within.<br/><br/>Past the bridge, the trees began to loom over them. They were mostly normal, though large patches of black blight marred their bark and crumpled the leaves. They were following a path once made of stone eons ago. Roots and plants cracked it open and broke it to pieces, but it was sufficient enough a guide for the expedition.<br/><br/>They walked for hours.<br/><br/>The path descended, weaving and winding down a large hill as the crest of the valley left them. An ancient bridge, likewise made of stone, aided them in crossing a river. Much of it was covered in moss and life seemed to teem around them. Insects buzzed, distant creatures could be heard but not seen... Over the millennia, the forest only grew. Whereas everything else had been dying, this at least was thriving. But in such a way that it posed a threat to everything else... it had consumed empires, reduced Golgorath to the ruin that they had only so recently departed.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Everyone consumes 1 portion of rations, plus any feed for animals.<br/><br/>Post here for any actions you want to take while the group is moving at an overland walking pace. IE; recon/hunting/ect. If there's nothing, I'll keep going in a day or two RL. Feel free to PM me if you want to post but don't have the time, I'll wait up.</div></div>