West Marches - Winter and Wood

West Marches - Winter and Wood

Azais sits on a slightly damp fallen tree just outside the camp, close enough to see the hut but far enough away for privacy. Focusing on nothing in particular, she continues to play with a small collection of continuously crystallising and melting snow flakes in a spot on the ground between her Ashwire boots. Ha…her boots, "What an annoying predicament these beauties have gotten me into hey grandma…"she laughs to herself. The thought was merely fleeting though, as she continues to make the ice and snow dance, for the majority of her attention was still upon the small wooden shard in her left hand. It slightly tingles her fingertips as she passes it back and forth between them. Perhaps it's because she is more attune to the sensation than last night, or perhaps it's because she is closer to tree line…she quickly glances up as she though she saw something move - just a rat in the roots of a far off tree... but the feeling is much stronger than last night

Azais:  "There is more to this shard than an ordinary tree…" she thinks to herself "…nothing in the Fellwoods is as innocent as it seems."

As she raises her head the ring of crudely etched runes to her left from the LeShock ritual catches her eye. "Ah yes, another venture to solve, but not until I am somewhere with books and the learned." She casts the task aside for a later time when she can seek answers to these seemingly endless string of questions and troubles.

West Marches - The Lodge Calls

West Marches - The Lodge Calls

It isn’t the same path you took before. The sheer number of deer trails and rough-hewn pathways through the Fellwoods may be uncountable… but to you, the way is clear in your mind. The site of the cabin you pulled Ioleth out of is now no more than a rubble strewn clearing, abandoned for decades if not more.

But there’s always another path.

Art - Mad Magazine - Ghastlygun Tinies

Art - Mad Magazine - Ghastlygun Tinies

Shit.