In reply to Urrun (msg # 596):

As does Tonkin, with a look from Hograth...

They settle down for the night, and Hograth and Tonkin do some Crossbow training, setting up a target outside at considerable range.

the sun begins to climb in the sky, those of you who are lagged need a few hours sleep.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 598):

Melchizadek rests while the guards are there. The presence of the sun comforts him.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 598):

while four or so hours of sleep might round everyone out, it will bring you close to noon; days are short here in Winter, and worse things are about at night than the day to be suire.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 600):

Hograth and Tonkin will rest some after their shift, before heading out to scout around at about noon...

Others will be invited along.

In reply to Hograth Podkarmen (msg # 601):

The worst of the storm has settled, but there are now drifts of snow 2 feet deep, and no trace of footprints.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 602):

Any hints of which direction to go? Signs of other beings?

In reply to Hograth Podkarmen (msg # 603):

Alastrine might be able to use Seeker at a penalty, or Sense foes with a volume of energy....

Demon love lore at -6 perhaps?
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In reply to Narrator (msg # 604):

Demon Love? Are you trying to trigger the Holy Warrior? Lol.

Demons generally dislike the sun, and would move toward where it is not - typically the North-Northeast

In reply to Narrator (msg # 606):

Then we get ready to move in that direction, unless anyone suggests otherwise...

After a minute or two Alastrine shuffles impatiently and prompts, "Let's get a move on, please, boys!"
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In reply to Alastrine (msg # 608):

"Agreed. Lets go."

In reply to Melchizidek (msg # 609):
You trudge in the snow toward what you percieve to be north-northeast.  This place has both fey and undead, but no sign of demons... yet

In reply to Narrator (msg # 610):

Look for the next place to camp as we trudge...

In reply to Hograth Podkarmen (msg # 611):

You get several miles in the stinging cold, entering a barren snow drifted forest of leafless beeches and some evergreens when
you see some tracks in the snow that look strange, as if something was being dragged, but the smaller tracks do not look like they were
doing the dragging.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 612):

Hograth suggests we follow the tracks. Carefully.

In reply to Hograth Podkarmen (msg # 613):

"This weasel..."
  She points at the smaller tracks, which would easily make the weasel at least dog sized, and then points at the foot wide smooth track overrunning most of the weasel footprints,
"This snek... or something like."

In reply to Rawrfeena (msg # 614):

"Snek? What is that?"

"Maybe she means 'Snake'?" suggests Alastrine. "You know, long wriggly things with no legs."

In reply to Alastrine (msg # 616):

"Oh. Of course. In the snow? Aren't they cold blooded?"

"There are ones, reputedly, that have internal fires. Like dragons," replies Alastrine. "Is anyone here really, really good with reading tracks?"

In reply to Alastrine (msg # 618):

Tonkin just shakes his head and looks at Hograth, who looks back blankly.

"I don't do tracking..."

He mutters.

Tracking simple, why ask? Went that way.

"I want to know what made the flat track," answers Alastrine. "A snake? Something with an internal fire? Something more mundane like dragging a casualty on a board or dragging a chest?"