caravan

The wagon train had come to rest along a woodland road. Caravanners made ready the camp, and Garrod hopped off the wagon, armored up as he was. He stretched, this way and that, and his cuirass rattled with his movement. "Think I saw a beach down the eastern side of the trail," he said as he...

"Get a move on, we ain't got all night!" Scurrying around a dozen different carriages and wagons were a number of hooded men, lifting and moving crates into them to be shipped off. Rain fell upon them as they worked, as did harsh words from their apparent supervisor who wasted no effort in...

The loading grounds at the Allirian Alanthis Trade and Co. Warehouses were busy as workers bustle to and fro to load the supplies up into the wagons. The Templar stronghold, Heilige Stad on the coast South West of Alliria, was finally rebuilding and had put in a massive order for tools, workers...

Long tired days marked the excursion from the heartlands of Amol-Kalit. Still, there were many weeks worth of travel to reach the sanctity of Elbion. It never was safe to travel alone, so this caravan was an assembly of many different colours and banners. From the Collage to Mirapol to the...

"Success is no accident. It is hard work, perseverance, learning, studying, sacrifice and most of all, love of what you are doing or learning to do." -Pele <<"By the gods, how much longer must we wait?">> A groan came from the ground, the words that came out of his mouth were foreign compared...

The jagged peaks made him pine for home. Valthar had missed it so much that it made him ache for weeks, but those snow covered mountains made him think of the tundra he called home. The ice wind that came down from those mountains and cut across the caravan were welcome. These southern lands...

The young halfling had only been travelling with the caravan for a triplet of days, yet he already felt more at home on the road than he had at any point in his previous nineteen years. The crowd of travelers was more diverse than he would have imagined, boasting just over thirty members of all...

Alliria - Outskirts Thren sat quietly on the edge of a cart, his heavy armor resting on his shoulders, the two daggers he carried settled into place on the small of his back. Half a dozen men and women scrambled all around him, some of them loading crates, others busying themselves with one...