Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180208203611/@comment-7262318-20180212201834

(Timejumping is now a go,)

The group traveled onward for what seemed like an eternity. They went past the Veloth Farm, and finally entered the forests that had only been a background up until now. They traveled through the trees, meeting no resistance from any creature or cult. They encountered very little woodland life, as well. Trees were sometimes seen to be carved with vague symbols, of which no one knew the true meaning.

Still, despite the unnerving lack of life, it was peaceful here. No screaming, shrieking, no political troubles or warfare. The land here was remarkably tranquil, to the point where one could easily forget that they were stuck on a prison island in the middle of the ocean.

Soon, though, their journey took them to a literal cabin in the woods. A one story, wooden house that stretched quite a ways northwards, appearing to be some sort of mead hall. A long row of sharpened wooden pikes surrounded the place, acting as the walls to the place. They couldn't tell from here if anyone was guarding the inside, or if anyone was even on the inside. What they could tell was there was one entrance to the place, at the front, with two towers on either side of the gate.

The sun was beginning to set upon the land. It would soon be night in this forest, but they seemed to be near a clearing, just beyond the hall...