The Long Winter RPG

[piosenniel]

They were happy for once that it was winter. The companions had just passed the Midgewater Marshes, and a few recalled stories to their fellow travelers of swarms of tiny voracious bugs swarming about their face and feet without relief. A few more miles down the road and they would set up camp.

It was an hour before sunset when they reached a likely looking place. To the north of the road, between the marshes and the Weather Hills they found a small clearing in a thick tangle of winter bare trees. The trunks of the trees would at least break the wind that was starting to pick up, and the clearing was big enough for them to pull their wagon in and have a nice sized fire.

The companions were tired and hungry and it didn’t take them long to set up camp and start the fire for a well deserved hot meal.

[ January 18, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]