by tumblingdice » Wed Mar 30, 2016 1:46 am
The crab meat proves just as foul as the fish Tasrem caught a week ago, but you all survive, as does an enormous crocodile feeding nearby. None of you were fortunate enough to fall into the river, so you didn't get to meet him up close. Dang. Zelaz's new mount proves quite amenable to its new task.
Pormas mops his brow, then pulls out his flask. "Anyone else care for a drink," he asks. He then drinks, whether or not anyone joins him. Once he's good and drunk, he begins polling the raft upstream...
Day 12, Asanda River, about 120 miles upstream from the village of Pramayama, mid morning
For the last three days, you have continued upstream. As the river takes a turn to the east, civilization--or, more accurately, the ruined remains of it--begins to creep up on you again. More charred buildings, devastated fields, and bloated corpses hanging from gibbets. Today a heavy rain is falling. Water beads on the canvass covering your supplies, and the stench of wet horses and camels does nothing to improve your spirits.
A few hours before noon, you see a small craft appear on the horizon, floating downstream toward you. It looks to be about 1/4 mile away.
Actions?
Get thee to the dungeon. Get thee to the dungeon forthwith. Pass not the barbican. Amass not 200 GP.