Post by Rilkar Olden & Sindyr on Apr 6, 2015 5:18:49 GMT 1
Time and Date:: Approx. 3pm Sunday, April
Weather:: Light Spring rain, Mid 50's F* / Low Teens C*
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To be brutally honest, the boat ride there was half the trip he had originally taken to Berk, it even featured a wild lack of bandit attacks. The rather favorable weather and the help of their dragons had made the trip exceptionally easy compared to waiting to find favorable winds into the archipelago. He was actually rather excited to make landfall on his home continent again. The familiar wildlife filled his ears as the rowboat hit the sand and gravel beach of the small inlet. He wanted to ensure they were well on their way before anything could possibly come up. He knew from his map where they were, and they were approximately a day and a half from the nearest town by foot, maybe a few hours of they rode on the backs of dragons. He stepped out of the boat and adjusted his cloak and pulled up his hood, making sure his sword was at his waist, his shield on his arm, helm at his hip, and his lance he decided to use as a walking stick. The lush forest before them chirped wildly with life, various birds chirped loudly in response to each other and the sound of falling twigs and the remainder of the dead leaves hitting the ground so they can finally be replaced by the lush green of new life sounded about them.Weather:: Light Spring rain, Mid 50's F* / Low Teens C*
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"Well, here we are." Rilkar says, turning to the group who made their way out of the row boat. The dragons landed about them, each responding to the new environment in their own way. "We're about a day's walk from the closest population center. So long as we follow our map and compass we should be able to find the fastest way there. And I'm going to say I recommend staying off our dragons, the population here tends to view them as beasts and not companions."
He made sure to double check his pack to make sure he had food for the days ahead as well as a change of under clothes, socks and the like before turning his attention to the woods proper. It had been a long while since he had to deal with the wilds. He had gotten used to the trade routes between cities and towns that the woods had nearly become a nearly foreign thing. He hunted less and traded more, but Berk had restored a bit of his forestry skills, though the forests around Berk weren't nearly as large as the forests on his mainland. Things would be interesting in the days to come. In the back of his mind he found himself thinking "I'm glad I got to train some on the way here, it should increase our chance of survival many times."