Setting Up Camp

[Dawulf]

Continued from...

And so The Adventurers took to the road, travelling towards the mountains where the boy had seen the Great Red Dragon disappear.

"We won't be able to keep this pace all night, the horses need to rest." The Ranger spoke firmly.
"Fine by me, I'd like to review and organize my scrolls and potions again." The Sorcerer said.

The Rogue scouted ahead, and found a comfortable clearing overlooking a cliffside. "This ought to do."

The Ranger set to tending the fire, as The Rogue laid out their bedroll, and The Sorcerer sat against a boulder, pulling large scrolls and vials from his seemingly too-small bag. The Rogue watched and twitched his whiskers in amusement, as he tucked into his rations of bread and cheese. "I've got to get me one of those bags. Think of the possibilities!"

"You'd have the whole town whisked away in it." The Ranger joked, knowing all too well about his companions rather sticky paws.

"Me keep watch." The Barbarian announced, perching atop a log that the horses had been hitched to. It wasn't long before he furrowed his brow, and made a "Hmm..." sound, that caught his companions attention. The horses snorted.

"What is it?" The Rogue craned his neck to see.

"Lights. Bad Lights" The Barbarian grumbled, standing at his full height to unsheath his great sword.

In the distance, the twilight was illuminated by small balls of light, dancing closer and closer...

(To be continued...)

[Aeolus]

How ominous...