beniliusbob wrote:Alwen Nar
"It's not too dark, yet, is it? That's what lanterns are for! Here, hold my pack... I've got a crowbar in there somewhere... aha!"
Nar pulls out his crowbar and jimmies it beneath the stone.
"You know, all the stories talk about legendary evils lurking in these old tombs, but I bet it's just a bunch of mouldy bones and some shiny necklaces!"
Fifthmonth, Twentyfifthday
Hex 236.131
It takes some doing, but a careful application of brute force, ignorance, and a crowbar eventually rolls the enormous stone out of the way. An exhalation of stale air, smelling of mold and time. Beyond the stone is a narrow, short passage, leading further into the mound. It is little more than five feet wide, and Goshawk thinks he would have to stoop somewhat to enter. It's hard to tell what happens inside, About twenty feet the passage descends further into the earth.
Fifthmonth, Twentyfifthday
Hex 230.123
Around noon
The adventurers ride on. After about three miles the landscape begins to change. The normally lush, green foliage begins to look burnt, the trees sickly. As all know, orcs are despoilers, and their extended presence over time warps their environment.