Despite their and Radagast's best efforts, travel in this dreary place was wearing upon the party. Tarric appreciated Idunn's attempt to help, and the comment about the fight earned a brief upturn of his lips, but as the hours wore on it felt like this murk had seeped into his bones. He was used to bouncing back relatively quickly, but of late the stiffness of each morning had taken hours to work out of his joints.
Throughout, the Beorning had felt a lingering reluctance to take his bear shape. But now... the gloom. With limited sight and misdirected sound, scent seemed their best route forward. And hopefully, his larger ursine bulk would be easier for the party to see and differentiate from the skeletal wraiths and swirling shrouds the mist sent forth to unnerve them. After a brief consultation with the wizard, Tarric allowed his other self to step forward to help lead them, with all the stealth he could muster.
And for once on this forsaken journey -- everything seemed to fall into place. After several hours padding carefully through the reek, avoiding grasping thorns and treacherous slurping mud, snuffling carefully at every scent that crossed their path, the bear found a safe place just as the sun rode high in the sky and even burned away a bit of the fog. Tumbles of rocks formed a ragged clear area that was solid and free from thorns.
Somehow it was not just a safe place - it was a good place. Here the weight of the journey seemed to temporarily fall away from their hearts and Tarric, at least, felt quite renewed. Brightness seemed to fall across each of his companions' faces as they entered the clearing, and Tarric, once more in human form, welcomed them in with gladness and a tight hug for Olwinne.
Assets Tarric and Olwinne both have +1 talisman vs orcs.
Berserker - (Combat Talent) |
Progress ▥= 1 tick, ▦= 2 ticks, ▩= 3 ticks, ⬛= full
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