Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150904152042/@comment-5824038-20150906110154

'Right, so we're decided that we are going?' Jorvarr aasked. 'I guess that probably is the best idea. After all, wouldn't want to dismiss something as big as this.'

He began to pack up his things, bundling them into his small pack. 'We should go as soon as possible, while the sun still has far to go in the sky. Makes it easier to tell which way north and west are.'

The four men packed up everything that needed packing up, and served out some of their remaining rations. A rabbit had been caught in a trap that would make an excellent dinner later.

After everything was ready, they set off out of the ruined shack, into the wilderness of Haafingar Hold.

The landscape here was a strange mix of the untouched and the destroyed. Sometimes they would come across woodlands that were perfectly intact, the snow and the ice resting on the branches like a serene painting. And sometimes the woodlands would be devoid of life, with burnt stumps where the trees should have been.

[Timeskip]

Within a day the group had made their way over the old border, the abandoned watchtowers staring down at them ominously, and arrived in old High Rock province.

They were passing through the mountains, sheer rocky walls on either side, which a pebble came rolling down the slope.

'That was odd. We haven't encountered any loose rocks before now. Unless...' Jorvarr nocked an arrow to his bow, and walked slowly forwards.