With the prior night’s sleep interrupted by the formless terror of the misty unknown dream eating creature, the party tried to collect themselves. While they had fought the creature off – both in its dreamscape and out – the party roused themselves with unease. Afraid to go back asleep, the party woke to the morning of the 24th of Raven queen with weariness and molasses in their blood. Knowing the creature still haunts the area – having made its escape into the frozen waters of the river – kept everyone on-edge as they continued the southwesternly journey down the unlabeled northern river on their map.
As a two days wore on, tense nights of jumping at every sound of the forest, gave way to a gradual warming trend as the party approached the looming mountains to the south and west. By the afternoon of the last day of Raven Queen in the 1223rd year post calamity, the party began to face escalating terrain changes as the mostly placid slow moving river changed to narrow areas of rapids and 40-100 foot portages between waterfalls. That night, they bedded down for the evening and discussed the way forward. Early in the twilight of the approaching night, the party spotted a large looming tower on the horizon – at least a few hundred feet tall shaded against the visage of the approach mountain range. As the night wore on and the area darkened to the pitch black of the frozen north the party had become accustomed to over the prior few days, they noticed the tower seemed to glow with some source of light – possibly a window or torch.
Plotting their way forward and realizing it would not be by boat, the party converted the little skiff they had purchased from the crew of the northerly wind into something of a sled. Using Ragnar, pentagion’s unicorn steed, and (at times) a team of fey-conjured wolves, the party “dog sledded” their way up the first gradual and then steeply graded slopes of the Scarlet Highlands. Oddly, as they climbed in elevation, first 5, then 10, then 15 thousand feet, the air temperature grew warmer and the snow diminished until there were naught but patches of snow shaded from the sun. The tower, lording over the area, looks not more than a day or day and half journey by foot to the north and west.
UNOMAHA D&D 