[His first shot. | Open only to the Expedition.]
[The fog thickens to pea-soup, and all sound is muffled to a dim echo. Mounts' footfalls, hoof and claw and pad, clomp out as if on carpet. Scraggly trees appear from above when their low-hanging limbs swoop close - and just as quickly fade away.
The house shows up that way, too.
Clawing branches leap out of the mist, their reach framing a monstrous shadow between. On closer look the dark pile resolves into an ancient, rickety building that seems just as likely to swallow the party whole. Fallen planks and thorny underbrush block the entrances. The windows are long since gone. And the porch gives out under exploratory feet like an old, dry sponge.]
((Evening, Paradisa. I'll be your tour guide for this leg of the journey.
*** And done. Have at it.))
The house shows up that way, too.
Clawing branches leap out of the mist, their reach framing a monstrous shadow between. On closer look the dark pile resolves into an ancient, rickety building that seems just as likely to swallow the party whole. Fallen planks and thorny underbrush block the entrances. The windows are long since gone. And the porch gives out under exploratory feet like an old, dry sponge.]
((Evening, Paradisa. I'll be your tour guide for this leg of the journey.
*** And done. Have at it.))