Winter
Having spent some extra time to recover as much as they could and bury the dead as properly as conditions allowed, the caravan finally gets on its way again, though as a much slower pace than before the tragic avalanche. Agna immediately sets out ahead of the convoy to scout any possible dangers and alternative paths. She noticed an area of light, powdery snow atop heavy, slushy snow and, finding a broken tree branch, she tests it.
"Quicksnow!" she warns the others as they approach and guides them around the dangerous area.
After her terrible experience with the deadly cold mountains, Adaia is now much more aware of the real dangers of the Ten Trails. Feeling much better after having Agna's warm brew, the elf is paying as much attention for any surprises on the way.
"Stop! There a crevasse!" she shouts at some of the merchants walking besides the wagon where she as she notices the long deep crack hidden by a thin crust of ice and snow. Unsure how long the crevasse is, she uses her magic to blow the snow away and reveal the entire 10-foot-deep hole in the snowpack.
OOC:
We can have Adaia healing 1 fatigue from the tea, though frostbite still applies
Izuhn stays in the back, making sure not only that no one gets lost. Off in the distance, he notices that the storm looks . . . odd; behind them, the winds are bringing snow of a dark crimson color.
"The snow, cover youselves!" he warns everyone as the whirling snow becomes stinging pellets of coppery, dark-red sleet, which blows into eyes, noses, and mouths and threatens to freeze solid everything in its path. Luckily, everyone caught in the icy winds manages to climb up or hide behind a wagon, but the dwarf is still disturbed by the blood like appearance of the snow...
After traveling for almost half of the day and having avoided many of the potential dangers on the trail, you notice the wind abates for a moment. Not having to fight the icy winds boosts everyone's moral and the caravan pick up the pace. However, something thatād normally be a good thing, unexpectedly turns into a new danger, halting the progress. Sparkling snowflakes the size of dinner plates lazily drift down from the storm above and, while beautiful, theyāre razor sharp - something that becomes immediately apparent as the wind picks back up and sends the snowflakes whizzing around the area cutting limbs off the evergreen trees.
OOC:
You basically have ice daggers flying your way now. What do you do? How do you help the others?
