I set out at first light from the villa, which is barely 20 miles from the Preceptory, but that initial traverse was unduly cautious and consequently slow. I have made better ground today. I think maybe 30miles? Certainly I am not far from the great bridge over to the rest of Amnor.
It has rained persistantly today, which is to be expected, as it has rained persistantly for most of the year. I am not sure of the basis on which the Isles of Lantia "float" but I am profoundly glad that they do, as it means flooding is not an imminent risk. Flooding of the land at least, for I am decidedly waterlogged and my feeble fire is doing little to dry my clothing.
Yes, I assume the piece of stone I found yesterday is indeed a flint. It does flinty things, which is to say, I can use it to light fires.
I had the presence of mind to take some dry kindling with me from my previous camp and take pains to keep it dry.
In order to avoid "the wound" I have decided to travel south from the first ruin and hit the coast line. This does place me near one of the main thoroughfares across Amnor, but I have a little choice in the matter and providing I remain alert, I can conceal myself from travellers.
Or Order of Mithras patrols.
The preoccupation with remaining hidden is at least helping focus my mind during the day and keep more sombre thoughts at bay. As has remaining dry and the pressing need to light a fire. Finding somewhere suitable to shelter has also been a prominent feature, but this small wind worn cave near the cliffs has proved sufficient.
It has rained persistantly today, which is to be expected, as it has rained persistantly for most of the year. I am not sure of the basis on which the Isles of Lantia "float" but I am profoundly glad that they do, as it means flooding is not an imminent risk. Flooding of the land at least, for I am decidedly waterlogged and my feeble fire is doing little to dry my clothing.
Yes, I assume the piece of stone I found yesterday is indeed a flint. It does flinty things, which is to say, I can use it to light fires.
I had the presence of mind to take some dry kindling with me from my previous camp and take pains to keep it dry.
In order to avoid "the wound" I have decided to travel south from the first ruin and hit the coast line. This does place me near one of the main thoroughfares across Amnor, but I have a little choice in the matter and providing I remain alert, I can conceal myself from travellers.
Or Order of Mithras patrols.
The preoccupation with remaining hidden is at least helping focus my mind during the day and keep more sombre thoughts at bay. As has remaining dry and the pressing need to light a fire. Finding somewhere suitable to shelter has also been a prominent feature, but this small wind worn cave near the cliffs has proved sufficient.
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