Breakfast
at Thrishnor
20/14/10,121 - The Bazaar, Thrishnor
A warm pleasant morning greets their waking with the promise of a hot day ahead, Illyra & Molin head for the camp bazaar which is a blaze of colour & goods of every description. After much negotiation, the sale of the timber is negociated, one of the wagons as well as its & the spare team of hornbulls are sold for a tidy sum, whilst this business is concluded Molin purchases a mixed bag of cheap copper ware to maintain the presence of honest travelling trader folk.
As the morning progresses all four gradually become aware of sky city eagles passing overhead, presumably to & from the garrison within the city walls..
As afternoon draws on the preperations are made to continue their contract to deliver the flask to the tower of Kest-I-Mond, fleetingly, once, Molin thought but couldn't be sure, that they being watched.
By late afternoon they were back on the road following a well worn trail towards the River Marchant. Other traffic, some slower, most quicker, headed both away & back into city. Two tedious days later, tired of the site of hornbull's arse's, the road forked towards the river below & onward towards Thailot & its surrounding mountain range. As the end of day slowly drew, 22/14/10,121, a large glow could be seen in the distance, bedding down for the night they pondered the source of the light & what tomorrow would bring.
Next morning, cool & dry, Tharla heads off down the fork towards the river, some twenty minutes or so later her dogs can heard returning, she advises that there is a small cluster of buildings, a few fishing boats & a ferry on chains across the river to a similar group of dwellings. After a brief discussion however they decide to press on their current road despite the uncertainty of the glowing horizon the night before.
Several hours later a vast camp comes into view on the horizon, cautiously they continue on, unsure who or what the camp ahead might be but confident over their assumed role of a group of travelling tinkers. Fortunately the camps inhabitants are not hostile & their passage is paid little attention by the troops stationed on the perimeter. From the camp followers it is established that the troops are a Highgrass Broad mercenary unit numbering some twele hundred lead by the near legendry Count Ulthur V'Duuyek. As the four pass through the camp gossip is exchanged from which they gather that the unit is heading towards Kolinth, reasons unknown.
Unmolested they pass beyond the bounds of the camp & continue on.
As the sun sets on the horizon a thin line can be seen, hardly moving to the naked eye, it is the dreaded Sky City travelling its path along the Quincunx, it appears to be heading to Wirix having recently passed over Thailot.
As they pause to watch, a cry is heard from above, glancing skyward they are shocked to see five giant eagles complete with sky city riders dropping towards them, the riders hold their pattern & circle above bow range, Tharla, Kilite, Illyra & Molin watch in trepidation of what is to follow.