Journey
to Thrishnor
17/14/10,121 - Wagon Train, Plains of Thrishnor
As Molin waits below, Kilite readies a spell, fire arrow, picking a fist sized stone from the dirt, he draws back his arm & lets the power within flow.
A figure drops from above & Molin springs to meet it, his blade cleaving the driver, who falls to the floor mortally wounded. A second figure follows & Kilite lets fly the blazing stone, distracted however by Molins action, his own aim lets him down and the flaming missile disappears into the desert. As he prepares a second strike one of the drivers madly tries to beat his brains out with a heavy staff, luckily for Kilite he misses, it causes Kilite however to yet again throw wide of the mark.
From across the camp Illyra & Tharla return to see Molin throw a flaming brand from the fire towards the tent on the second wagon, poorly aimed it falls back to the ground, finally Kilite successfully launches a fire arrow against the tent which explodes into a burning mass. The three remaining wagoner's drop & run for the desert, caught unawares & bereft of bows etc Molin & company can do not more than watch as the three disappear into the half-light of dawn.
As the sun rises the four decide to fire the third wagon & the third hornbull team are hitched to the rear of the two remaining wagons. Turning aside from the Samazant trail they decide to head for Thrishnor for no other reason than to try and throw any possibility of pursuit after the incident at High Medurim the previous day.
After two dreary days crossing the sulphurous plains of Thrishnor they eventually cross the Thrishnor road mid morning on 19/14/10,121, silhouetted against the rising hills the city walls of Thrishnor are clearly visible. The four know little of Thrishnor or its protocols other than its reputation as a thriving market place. Many other wagons are on the Thrishnor road heading into or away with cargo's similar to there own & there presence goes unnoticed. As the light begins to fail they approach the huge brightly coloured camp around the high stone perimeter wall, deciding against trying to enter the city before nightfall, they wend there way into the camp & make set for the night. Molin, bored with mundane tasks begins to circulate their neighbour's pickets, Illyra & Kilite head for the gates to the city leaving a sighing Tharla to break out the cooking pots.
Shortly Kilite & Illyra return advising that for a few loose coins the guards on the gate relaxed & suggested selling the timber outside of the city walls would avoid the high city taxes.
As the four relax around the dying embers they discuss recent events confident that they have avoided any pursuit, after all even if questioned the merchant back in High Medurim would advise that they are part of a three wagon train heading for Samazant, where as by morning they would be free of the two remaining wagons & no where near Samazant.
Unfortunately they fail to notice the Sky City eagle & rider circling high above.