Vasyr continues his journal on the long, cold road to Falconbridge.

Day broke on 14th day of our journey, we had hunkered down after
circling the wagons and covering the horses with all extra blankets.
The Glacier Wolf (Klar) began to lead us through morning, with the rest
of us riding comfortably in the carriages. This lasted until midday
when the horses started to succumb to the cold. We stopped and set up
camp and did our best to warm the horses. At least we have crested the
pass.

The next day we were forced to put skis on the cart and carriages to
press on. Fyodor created some masterful makeshift ski’s during his
watch last night for the carriages, as well as snow shoes – so that one of
us
can lead the horses. And we have begun to move again. We stopped midday
to heat more rocks for the carriages, and were able to move on and make
good distance this day.

That night, during Alric and Tatyana’s watch we
were set upon by walking frost. These men had been felled by Khador’s
winter long ago, and wore strange marks on their forehead. I awoke and
let my Ivanov cut one of these frozen undead in half – Klar joined my
side and he too brought one down with a single blow. Alric and Fyodor
were bitten by these creatures; Volden threw something that he pulled
from the cart, and two of the creatures and Alric erupted in flame.
These two attacked Alric and dropped him to the frozen turf. I was able
to bring another down, unfortunately it had already dropped one of our
horses, Quicksilver. Volden tossed another vile of flame and brought
down those whom had felled Alric. Klar killed the last, one who had
decided that the goods on the carriage looked better on the ground.

Volden tried bringing the horse back with one of his Alchemy potions,
but there was a strange reaction – the horse was very animated as the
potion went down and foamed at the mouth, but then ceased to move and
breath. The alchemical potion had a much better affect upon Alric, good
fer me mucker. Fyodor was able to make quite astute repairs to the
carriage, including a wonderful carving of the village we grew
up in.

The morning brought the warm sun, and we made good time that day – “M”
be praised. The next morning brought a nights snow – Thamar’s ilk
indeed. This day also brought our first wolf sighting. Fyodor spotted
the canine pacing our caravan, but it was too quick for me to get a bow on
it. The days a head were much easier travel as we came down out of the
foothills, but wolf sightings became far to common –
not only on the road, but we had also seen its tracks around our camp in
the mornings. Our fire builds became higher, and we tried to keep a
visible presense of our watch throughout the night.

We began the 4th week of our journey to Falconbridge. If ‘Khador’s
Bounty’ had not come so early we would have reached town already. We
are now seeing pairs of wolves upon the road, I think there maybe as
many as six now and still have days left to travel.

We have decided to try and out run the wolves, as we are a hard days
ride from a logging encampment – and a warm bed is all too inviting.
The wolves have become brazen, howling through the night, leaving groups
of tracks not thirty feet from our camp – their attack seems eminent.
Sugar did not handle the hard ride – I cut her loose on the move. Sugar
was lost, but the wolves had horsemeat; so I doubt we will hear of them
again.
We made it to the village without further incident. I spent the
night in the livery loft as the village lacks an inn, but warm comfy hay
was so much better than cold rocks. Fyodor seemed to make friends with
some of the villagers, I was busy getting fat and full and had a
delightful nights sleep.

The horses did looked knackered in the morning, but made the last days
journey to Falconbridge without serious trouble. Twenty-four days of
travel is
not bad considering weather, brigands, and creatures along the road.

We spent the night on the floor of Volden’s new shop, and helped him
unload his goods in the morning. Volden opened up his coffers and paid
us all 250 talons, not bad for less than a months work – the days are
looking up.