The group travels light in the interest of speed, and within a few days of leaving the mountains behind, they're entering a land scarred by war. Christine has been near the Exalted Plains to rescue new arrivals from a rift, and this landscape here is very similar. The grass is dry and brown, the wildlife scattered as the influx of people scare them further away. The air smells of death and decay, but there is a stillness in the air as well. No voices shouting or swords clanging. No catapults firing or horses whinnying as they're set to charge.
Along the way, there is time to discuss any and all matters from horseback, as the path winds in places and the horses must be steered at a slower pace. Discussions of the war, the Red Templars, or even something to lighten the mood are all welcome.
{ the journey to the front }
The group travels light in the interest of speed, and within a few days of leaving the mountains behind, they're entering a land scarred by war. Christine has been near the Exalted Plains to rescue new arrivals from a rift, and this landscape here is very similar. The grass is dry and brown, the wildlife scattered as the influx of people scare them further away. The air smells of death and decay, but there is a stillness in the air as well. No voices shouting or swords clanging. No catapults firing or horses whinnying as they're set to charge.
Along the way, there is time to discuss any and all matters from horseback, as the path winds in places and the horses must be steered at a slower pace. Discussions of the war, the Red Templars, or even something to lighten the mood are all welcome.