As we snuck around the 2-headed lumbering large orc, their hunched-over arm swaying indicated their feeble mindedness. Experimental outcasts. We continue trekking east-northeast before our shadows stretch beyond our sight. Camp and nightwatch without fire. Fortunate that only Rambler on 1st watch sees the flock of crebain fly across the moon from our back. Ill omen? Or is Brackrog’s watch sighting more foretelling – the high-pitched scream of a long-necked beast flying south on its long wingspan?
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Morning cold breakfast before our travels transition from
tall grass plains to barren rolling hills. The mountains finally on the horizon
suggesting a noon arrival at Mount Gram. Weapons checked and patient scan for
glint of metal or indications of lookouts.
Last minute notice of a shoddy fence
around a smelling feces packed pen backed up before a rock-wall cave. Watch
dogs? More like warg pens. Care to check the wind to make certain we are
downwind. A well-worn footpath leads to caves dotting the face of Mount Gram.
Banners with the symbol of a raised hand holding a ring flutter in the breeze.
Movement! Vikings we’d fought in the caves behind Mountain Hill! The hillmen of
Gundabad.
