Summoned from my retirement in the sandy wastes of Sarducca I start my return journey in the Khurite town of Mohki. It is as usual a tribal mess of wooden stakes and sheer cliffs for protection. The usual pigs for the towns sustenance and little else save the large quantities of rock to extract. I quickly decide to flee through the mountains, unfortunately on foot, as there are no horses or lizards to ride anywhere near the settlement, trekking through the mountains with nothing save a small pile of wolfbrush and common plants to eventual bribe a horse is not a task I would readily recommend to any other wanderers.
Shortly after the sun starts going down having set out at dawn I decide to see if I can scale down the mountain to the north. It goes poorly. I then wander to the west, seeking sign of horses on the way to vadda and I now much promise myself to never swim across sausage lake ever again. Arriving in Vadda I am reminded that being in a forest sucks for finding horses and proceed north in search of a claim herd ultimately heading west again towards the long time home of mine; Meduli.
After a brush with bandits and a feral pack of wolves, a pride of cougars, and a nice fellow who gave me some roasted oats I decide to investigate my long known herd of donkey hill only to find nothing there but the same dark priest and a lack of wolves normally in the area. I am told however there are indeed horses to the north of my location and proceed onward.
After yet another large pack of wolves, some razorbacks, and a skittish springbok for bait to distract said wolves later, I arrive at a slowly circling herd of horses and quickly make my way back to Meduli. In need of coin and food for my new mount I make my way up the coast collecting the traditional seagrass and quickly get enough for a full collection of pickaxes, logging axes, saddlebags, dile, and a sum left over if I am ever in need of some cash in Meduli again.
Setting out back east once more at a relaxed but swift pace I note the quality of transport is rather poor compared to my usual horses forever lost to me now in the desert sands. Also noticeably my trip back is much quieter with only a wolf to escape from by the time I reach sausage lake. This is however where my trip goes awry; crossing the southern river. In typical fashion I attempt to cross the river myself first before bringing along my horse not wanting to risk its loss after the long trek in its acquisition. With me ending up at the bottom of rather sheer cliffs without issue but my horse stuck at the top and a long walk down river until I can circle back around to a ford in the waterflow. with no further issues, I proceed down the trail toward Bakti with a swift turn to properly head to my destination of Mohki once again. I fear without my horse it would have been a very long time of traveling and a few narrow escapes from a bandit camp, bears, wolves, and pack of wild pigs blocking the road I arrive a day later in Mohki.
There is much to explore in this new wider world than before, my last adventure having taken only a day or so to see the four corners of Myrland now likely to take a great deal longer if I choose to do so again.
Shortly after the sun starts going down having set out at dawn I decide to see if I can scale down the mountain to the north. It goes poorly. I then wander to the west, seeking sign of horses on the way to vadda and I now much promise myself to never swim across sausage lake ever again. Arriving in Vadda I am reminded that being in a forest sucks for finding horses and proceed north in search of a claim herd ultimately heading west again towards the long time home of mine; Meduli.
After a brush with bandits and a feral pack of wolves, a pride of cougars, and a nice fellow who gave me some roasted oats I decide to investigate my long known herd of donkey hill only to find nothing there but the same dark priest and a lack of wolves normally in the area. I am told however there are indeed horses to the north of my location and proceed onward.
After yet another large pack of wolves, some razorbacks, and a skittish springbok for bait to distract said wolves later, I arrive at a slowly circling herd of horses and quickly make my way back to Meduli. In need of coin and food for my new mount I make my way up the coast collecting the traditional seagrass and quickly get enough for a full collection of pickaxes, logging axes, saddlebags, dile, and a sum left over if I am ever in need of some cash in Meduli again.
Setting out back east once more at a relaxed but swift pace I note the quality of transport is rather poor compared to my usual horses forever lost to me now in the desert sands. Also noticeably my trip back is much quieter with only a wolf to escape from by the time I reach sausage lake. This is however where my trip goes awry; crossing the southern river. In typical fashion I attempt to cross the river myself first before bringing along my horse not wanting to risk its loss after the long trek in its acquisition. With me ending up at the bottom of rather sheer cliffs without issue but my horse stuck at the top and a long walk down river until I can circle back around to a ford in the waterflow. with no further issues, I proceed down the trail toward Bakti with a swift turn to properly head to my destination of Mohki once again. I fear without my horse it would have been a very long time of traveling and a few narrow escapes from a bandit camp, bears, wolves, and pack of wild pigs blocking the road I arrive a day later in Mohki.
There is much to explore in this new wider world than before, my last adventure having taken only a day or so to see the four corners of Myrland now likely to take a great deal longer if I choose to do so again.
