Timestamp: 30th of Spring, 514
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Syna's light settled into patterns in the night sky. Rays of light lit up her heavenly court with pinks, oranges and deep violets. Their raiments not of gold, silk and jewels but the ethereal, clouds, light and shadow. Such a display was perhaps lost on the men and women who were steadily making their way east. In their direction they saw only the deepening blue sky of dark blue, indigo and soon black. Such is the dawn of Leth.
The decision of the Master of the caravan, the lead driver, to stop for the evening was an easy one. They came along to a relatively flat clearing among the hilly terrain. It was nestled not unlike a valley between two tall hills and was large enough for the entire train. Off the road the travellers gathered and began to set up for the evening. Firewood was collected, watches were posted and dinner was started. The horses and oxen were picketed nearby and were rubbed down, checked for injury, fed and watered. The Master directed the wagons to be set in a large circle with the largest of the fires to be in the center. Truly the man was a tactician, for if they were to be attacked the caravan itself would provide cover from archers and obstacles to swordsmen. Though, fire could ruin their livelihood.
All had a job to do and all were expected to help with duties around the newly erected camp. For some gathering water from the nearby stream, others more combat oriented might guard from the tops of the hills, or protect those gathering supplies together from nearby. The Master's wife settled in to prepare food for the hungry members of her caravan.
It did not take long for the work to be done and the food to be served, a stew of beef and vegetables with travel bread. Those not assigned to watch settled down among their own fires and talked softly among themselves, telling stories or perhaps even gambling with the caravan's deck of cards. They were given free time, but they were also expected to be up for their watch in time and to stay awake for its duration. Many simply went to sleep, others more restless might do as they pleased however.
Haurence, a guard of the caravan watched over the cleft between the two valleys. He was not slated for watch until much later, but he wanted to keep his buddy company for the time being. He yawned disinterestedly as his friend yammered on about a love interest in Syliras. The man could talk boredom into stones and walls with his wailing over his affair. Give a woman your heart and she would gladly stomp it to bits, he thought as he rolled his eyes for the fifth time. But, by chance, he spotted a man apart from the caravan. What was that fellow doing?
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Syna's light settled into patterns in the night sky. Rays of light lit up her heavenly court with pinks, oranges and deep violets. Their raiments not of gold, silk and jewels but the ethereal, clouds, light and shadow. Such a display was perhaps lost on the men and women who were steadily making their way east. In their direction they saw only the deepening blue sky of dark blue, indigo and soon black. Such is the dawn of Leth.
The decision of the Master of the caravan, the lead driver, to stop for the evening was an easy one. They came along to a relatively flat clearing among the hilly terrain. It was nestled not unlike a valley between two tall hills and was large enough for the entire train. Off the road the travellers gathered and began to set up for the evening. Firewood was collected, watches were posted and dinner was started. The horses and oxen were picketed nearby and were rubbed down, checked for injury, fed and watered. The Master directed the wagons to be set in a large circle with the largest of the fires to be in the center. Truly the man was a tactician, for if they were to be attacked the caravan itself would provide cover from archers and obstacles to swordsmen. Though, fire could ruin their livelihood.
All had a job to do and all were expected to help with duties around the newly erected camp. For some gathering water from the nearby stream, others more combat oriented might guard from the tops of the hills, or protect those gathering supplies together from nearby. The Master's wife settled in to prepare food for the hungry members of her caravan.
It did not take long for the work to be done and the food to be served, a stew of beef and vegetables with travel bread. Those not assigned to watch settled down among their own fires and talked softly among themselves, telling stories or perhaps even gambling with the caravan's deck of cards. They were given free time, but they were also expected to be up for their watch in time and to stay awake for its duration. Many simply went to sleep, others more restless might do as they pleased however.
Haurence, a guard of the caravan watched over the cleft between the two valleys. He was not slated for watch until much later, but he wanted to keep his buddy company for the time being. He yawned disinterestedly as his friend yammered on about a love interest in Syliras. The man could talk boredom into stones and walls with his wailing over his affair. Give a woman your heart and she would gladly stomp it to bits, he thought as he rolled his eyes for the fifth time. But, by chance, he spotted a man apart from the caravan. What was that fellow doing?