LordLuck
The Wicked Historian
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The caravan had been marching into the woodlands for three days now.
No villages dotted the rugged landscape, where a handful of hills had stood out from the dark canopy of vivid green leaves. The two families that compromised this small expedition were farmers and carpenters whose services had been deemed not necessary anymore. So, they were migrating. To where? How could anyone know?
This were dark times. Dangerous times.
The dirt road wasn't really patrolled anymore. Too far from any cities, the towns surrounding it's border never willing to lose patrols to the woods perils, this caravaneers were alone into the lush forest. Except for the five-men escort that they've paid with the gold worth years of hard labour, none of them were fighters.
And that had spelled their downfall, for many creatures and beasts wandered those woods...
The caravan had been marching into the woodlands for three days now.
No villages dotted the rugged landscape, where a handful of hills had stood out from the dark canopy of vivid green leaves. The two families that compromised this small expedition were farmers and carpenters whose services had been deemed not necessary anymore. So, they were migrating. To where? How could anyone know?
This were dark times. Dangerous times.
The dirt road wasn't really patrolled anymore. Too far from any cities, the towns surrounding it's border never willing to lose patrols to the woods perils, this caravaneers were alone into the lush forest. Except for the five-men escort that they've paid with the gold worth years of hard labour, none of them were fighters.
And that had spelled their downfall, for many creatures and beasts wandered those woods...