Some veer eastwards, across the desolate steppes and beyond to the reptile-kin's home. Some hug the rocky coastline to the west and it's freezing waters, hoping to find respite out of sight and mind therein. You find yourselves among the straggling mass going along the Trade Road, southward towards the hope of far off cities beyond the North.
The wild lands ahead are unsafe - merchants travel in large caravans for safety and make their our camps, few towns or inns along the way. It is several days on foot before you will pass Krossavik, the nearest fortified keep with accompanying village, built on a hilltop just ten miles west above the road.
By the second evening the old forest has thinned and refugees are beginning to group together. Belongings are meager, most fleeing with barely an armful between them and mouths to feed. A handful of merchants make what trades they can, knowing they'll never restock at Kaerhavn again.
All survivors of the Land Gate and Waterfall Gate mingle here. Food/rations has double book values. Otherwise you can trade an item you have for something essential you need via barter from others here.
Once you everyone has adjusted gear and posted at least once for RP, I will move you down the road.
Characters:
- redwarrior: Hild Gamlidottir
- Samwell Turleton: Olivia Linderoth
- ybn1197: Piers
- AleBelly: Rikke
- Faanku: Kinnard
- Faanku: Myantha Theneiros
- Samwell Turleton: Fljúga Thormundson
- redwarrior: Saral
- (NPCs): Melikii (mother), Neptisiss and Janiiss (Children)