Completed Traveling North

[Fox Helm]

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[The Legend]

Loreli snorted as the young man and his mount left the deadly woods. She watched a good distance away as a slender, beautiful white horse. It looked like whatever way she moved, a red mixed with green arora trailed her. It mixed with her flowing mane, and her long tail. Its was the work of magic...
No longer caring if they found her, she whined and stomped. She trotted after them, her energetic green eyes watching them carfully. Loreli nudged him and the horse in a different direction. For the way they were traveling, they would be sure to end up in the dire wolf home. Where they gather for food and fights. She trotted next to Foxes horse. Here image flickered from human to horse.

[Korax On'Monthun]

Korax patted the mane of his dark brown horse, resting against a tree. The rain was falling hard, and he knew he had to set up camp soon.

The last haul from Lisban had come up short, he knew he probably wouldn't be able to make it to Syliras without help, and of course there wasn't any help to be found out here.

"Could I really be so misfortunate?"

Korax sighed, collapsing to the base of the large pine tree of which he was resting.

He glanced up, a rider. Was he fleeing?

"Wait," He yelled. "Please stop!"

[Fox Helm]

62nd day of Summer 513 AV

The storm two days before had made it imposable to try to travle to Syliras. But now, It was cleared up, and Fox was ready to go. After buying a broad sword, for self defense, he began to make his way to the city gates when he heard some one call to him from behind.

"Wait! I'm coming with you!" Called a young man. He was about 27 in age and he was riding up the road at break-neak speeds, his long, blond whipping out behind him. "I know what your'e going to say and I'm way ahead of you. I've brought my own money and supplies."

"It's not that, Timble." Said Fox. "I'm just worried about you getting hurt."

"Hey, I didn't get my arm burned to a crisp for you just to see ya go off without me." Responded Timble. "I even got myself a short sword."

"Fine." Relented Fox. "But, don't do any thing stupid, okay?"

"Okay."

Fox and Timble rode through the pass and were soon heading up the road. The rest of the day was uneventfull and they soon had a tent set up and a fire burning as they settled in for the night.

[Fox Helm]

63rd day of Summer 513 AV

The next day was bright and beutiful and the going was easy. The gentle breeze accompanied by the shade of the trees was quite pleasent and Timble enjoyed himself grandly. For Lunch, they ate while they rode. Partially because Fox had urgent bussiness to attend to and partially because Timble was exited to see the capital city. The day went by uneventfull just as the last had and they were soon setting up camp. Fox left Timble to light the fire while he went to find water.

"You may have escaped me once but it won't happen again. Not this time." Mumbled Fox to him self as he filled up their water skins at a small spring that he had found. "Even if I have to chase you to the top of a watch tower I will. You cannot escape me."

"Fox? Wherd'ya go?" Yelled Timble from the camp. "I'm getting thirsty."

Fox smiled to him self as he walked back up to the camp. That guy can make any one happy.

[Fox Helm]

15th day of Fall 513 AV

42 days into their journy and only a week's ride from Syliras, Fox and Timble were caught in a massive storm. The rain came down in torrents and the wind threatened to blow them off their mounts.

"This storm is crazy!" Yelled Timble over the rain. "We need to find a travelers rest!"

The two companions rode on through the wind and rain. For about ten chimes* they found nothing on either side of the path, when fox saw a lit window in the semi-darkness.

"There!" Yelled Fox to Timble, pointing at the light on the right side of the path.

They opened the door of the travelers rest to find a crackling fire and three other travelers. The first had a red, scraggly beard and bulging muscles. The second traveler was clean shaven and tall. And the third was only a boy, maybe at the age of twelve.

"Caught in the storm?" Asked the second traveler, nodding at Fox's dripping clothes. Fox simply nodded.

Upon further conversation, they found the men to go by the names of Rangdon, Odner, and Blly. Rangdon was a warrior who had run into Odner and Billy. (father and son) Every one seemed to be headed for Syliras.

*I'm not sure whether this is correct or not.

[Fox Helm]

16th through 22nd day of Fall

The next seven days went by uneventfully except for the fact that Billy caught a cold and the storm seemed to follow them all the way to Syliras.