Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150305043346/@comment-5543592-20150306005355

(I'm going to start.)

One by one the group members awoke from there slumber. The beds were pillowless, had soft matresses, and had a small bed cover to insulate heat. At the foot of their bed was a chest containing their armor, weapons, items, two Ancient Nordic pickaxes, fire starting kits, and dried fruit.

Ejlar woke up slowly. "Well, that was pleasant." He murmured as he tore the cover off the bed, exposing him to the light. He clambered over the side of the bed, dressed in his armor and grabbed his gear, clambered up onto the deck. The ship had struck a glacier  For miles around there was just ice. The air was frigid and bit Ejlar's exposed skin, despite the fact it was early summer. Ejlar didn't doubt it was always cold here. It was pitch black out. Being at the top of the world, Atmora had three cycles. Months of light for 24 hours, months of 24 hour darkness, and months of a bizarre quasi-dawn. They had arrived in the months darkness. For the rest of summer the sun would not shine on Atmora.

"Welcome back." Said Beghel, coming down from the helm. "I see you're up and about."

"We're here." Noted Ejlar.

"It's why I woke the team up.  We'll proceed inland when they're all awake.  I've already prepped all the horses." The Congolmerate had provided a team of pack horses, that would carry the expedition's extra gear, like stoves, camping equipment, and extrenuous supplies.