Rainy day

Arcadia Southern Coast

For three days the party rode hard south, across the coastal areas leading from Desdem to Ostiarium. Crossing the lands they knew to have been the Odsier's Winter Pastures.

These large expanses of winter lands stood empty for the most part. The few natives they glimpsed in the distance made sure they never made contact with the group of strangers. These were dangerous times and those few small tribes left behind wanted nothing to do with strangers after their recent slaughter at the hands of the Helians and Odonine.

Voah and Gonyaul shared their experiences in these lands and spoke of the Atsigani, Alexis and Tarmen did the same recalling the death of Tar and the attack by the Sentinel natives.

Ekero for the most part listened and kept his counsel to himself and listened to their words keen to learn their language. The short man seemed to have a knack for it and when they camped he would spend his time asking questions and practicing the vocabulary he was picking up.

On the morning of the 4th day when they broke camp and rode along the beaches in the coast avoiding the muddy plains, the air seemed to grow colder. The sky was overcast and grey and rain fell slowly but steady on the five riders. A fine mist seemed to roll from the sea as the waves crashed agaisnt the sandy shores.

In the distance they saw a lone figure standing in the beach. As the rode closer they could tell it was a woman. She stood with like a rock, her feet planted wide in the sand. A small white cloak hanging from her right shoulder billowing in the wind.

She was wearing silver armor with a hood and half a face guard that covered her mouth reaching just below her eyes, covering her mouth.

A few meters from this strange apparition the five stopped wondering if she was from Ostiarium.