Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141111012545

Once the group was ready to leave, Ranwulf gave the word and they were off. They immediately set out on the Silver Road, this time following it east until it met up with the road heading north. From there, Ranwulf began leading them towards the mighty Jeralls, with Veranwen acting as a navigator by his side. The two seemed strangely adept in working with one another considering they were very different people, what with Veranwen utterly silent and Ranwulf occasionally bursting into whistling song, as Ranwulf always seemed to know exactly what it was Veranwen was trying to get across and Veranwen was extremely accurate in reading the map itself.

Soon they had reached the foot of the Jeralls themselves, which was a massive pine forest dotted with boulders and rocky tors, all of which were covered with snow that would've blinded them had the sun been out. However, the sun was blotted out by the stormy-looking clouds that hung above them. Veranwen looked up at the storm clouds with a face full of worry, but Ranwulf insisted they kept moving, so they continued onwards up the mountain path they were now travelling.

Within about an hour's time they had reached what they could only assume to be a half-way point towards the top of the mountain, but unfortunately, it seemed as if they may have to halt their efforts for the time being. The clouds above were darkening and a light snow was beginning to fall, bringing with it freezing gusts of wind that gave even Lorcan cold shivers. Veranwen once again shot Ranwulf a dubious look, and this time he relented.

"Alright, folks," Ranwulf said with a small sigh, turning to face the mercenaries. "I'm going to need you all to make a choice. In case you haven't already noticed, there's a snowstorm coming down on the mountains, which means soon we'll all be shivering in our boots and the path is going to get harded to travel. We're too far up the mountain to head back down, so we've got two options. We can either stop travelling and look for somewhere to hole up until this all dies down, or we can keep going up the mountain until we're either forced to stop or we reach the Pale Pass, where we can stop in Sancre Tor and take shelter inside the fortress until the storm passes," he explained. "Take your pick, folks, and try to make it quick. The storm isn't going to wait for us to make a decision."