When you open your eyes several hours later, it is dawn and the fog is thicker than even the day before. Ergan bids you good morning and starts to prepare breakfast. You stand and let him know that you need to, um, step into the woods for a moment. He reminds you, unnecessarily, to bring your sword with you. “Remember that time a goblin caught me with my pants down last year?” You step into the fog-cloaked woods, but only go a few yards reasoning that the added fog affords you all the privacy you need. A few minutes later, you turn to return to camp. You walk back several yards in the direction you came from, but the camp is not there. You figure you just got turned around in the fog and move a little ways to first your left, then your right, looking for your camp, but you see nothing. Feeling quite foolish, you call out to your fellows. But there is no reply. Surely you can’t have traveled so far away in just a few moments walking! You attempt to retrace your steps again, but nothing seems familiar. A few minutes pass, then more time. You estimate that an hour or more has passed and you are more lost than ever. Lost, separated from your friends, even your stout heart is feeling the encroaching panic. Finally, after 3 or 4 hours, you stumble from the woods and onto a road, likely the very road that you were following the previous day. You want to laugh and cry from the relief. Looking left and right, you decide that you will jog along the road to your right for a bit to see if you can find any recognizable landmarks. After about 10 minutes, you come upon your campsite, now empty save for a note pinned to a tree. Taking the note, it reads:
Ergan and I waited for you for quite a long time. This fog is damnably thick, so I suppose you might have gotten lost. We are setting out to look for you. We will continue along the road on our path. If we don’t find you along the way, we hope and pray to Kord that he delivers you safely to this place, Barovia where we expect to see you. I’m sure we will be laughing about this tomorrow, but DAMN YOU ANDOR! How dare you worry us like this!
Please be safe. Please.
While you are disappointed at not finding your friends, you are extremely relieved to have found your bearings. Your friends have taken all of your supplies. All you have are your weapons, armor, coin purse. Everything carried in your backpack is gone. You hurry after your friends. Several times along the way, you spot evidence of recent travel along the road, and once you find one of Martess’ hair ribbons tied to a tree. Martess; she really is quite clever.
After several hours of rapid travel, you emerge from the woods into grasslands. The fog has cleared significantly and while the day is still gray and overcast, it is much less wet here. The road is no longer muddy and you haven’t seen tracks from your friends for the last mile or so. It is early evening. You see a low house in a field off the road. You head over to investigate and find that it is deserted and dilapidated. But, good news! You do see another of Martess’ ribbons tied to the handle of the door. Though you would very much like to press on, you haven’t eaten all day, and have been pushing yourself for hours. You decide to take advantage of the empty shelter and rest for the night. Searching the small home, you find a meal of cold chicken, hard-tack bread, and a skin of wine, along with a note.
Andor, thought you might be hungry ☺
Clever girl! You tear into the food. Belly full, you settle in for the night.
During your evening prayers, and over the course of the night, you hear a great deal of howling from wolves. There is so much howling, that, while you do get a full night’s rest, you still feel a bit tired in the morning.
You are in such a hurry to get going, you almost neglect your morning stretching, but skipping two days in a row would really be an affront to Kord, and besides, you always feel better after limbering up. Morning routine complete, you head out, continuing west toward Barovia.