[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Updates[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[b][color=6ecff6]Season:[/color][/b] Late Fall/Early Winter
[b][color=6ecff6]Time Of Day:[/color][/b] Dusk
[b][color=6ecff6]Weather:[/color][/b] Clouds are rolling in and getting darker, winds are picking up. There is a nip in the air
[b][color=6ecff6]General Ambiance:[/color][/b] The road is quiet and the forests are a little too quiet
[b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] North of Salarn in the region of Gorlf. South west of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz
[b][color=6ecff6]Setting:[/color][/b] Gorlf Northern Territory

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Gorlf Northern Territory
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] The Medieval X-Men
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	Krya and Ash had taken off ahead of the main group and made their way into the wilderness, they traveled off the road and into the forest. Always heading north and keeping the road within ear shot. Every so often they would cross to the other side and keep scouting. It was calm and peaceful for the most part through out the morning; if one had not known of the war between the humans and the orcs one could have thought that it was a pleasant day; though the storm clouds rolling in gave heed to dangers that may lay ahead unknown to them all. 

	As she scouted with her trusted dire wolf, Kyra had to wonder why the sudden shift in the treaty. Orcs were known to be warlike but once a treaty was forged it took, in her experience, a great grievance for it to be broken and for them to actually attack. While they would bicker and have small scuffles; always trying to get a better deal out of a treaty, they rarely ever just threw such things to winds. The thought that the goblins may be behind all of this troubled her but even more so was the thought that something else was at play. She had not had a chance to investigate as much as she had wanted before leaving the hamlet but things had changed and events had lead her to believe it was better to go ahead and set out before anything else happened. 

	After midday the lone ranger, hey tonto!, had stopped and perched up in a tree as Ash padded around the base to eat quickly. A smell caught her attention and caused her to perk a silvery brow as she stood and climbed higher until she came above the canopy of the tree tops. Off in the distance she could see black pillars of smoke, numerous ones. These were not the thicker ones that one would see at a village, disrupted by stone and wooden fireplaces. They were narrow and lively. This worried her but they were at least another two days journey ahead of them with the cart that was being escorted through the territory. On foot she could have reached them by morning if she pushed it but it was not the time for pushing such.

	Slipping down she carried on as far as she could until mid afternoon before back tracking a good hour and scouting out a place for the group to settle in for the evening. She had hoped to find a cave opening somewhere along the side of the hills but there was none. If a storm set in during the night it would make things more difficult but there was not much that could be done around that. Finding a winding route into the woods from the path just wide enough for the wagon to get through she found a denser canopied area of the forest with a clearing that would work well enough for the evening.

	Taking some time she gathered up some firewood for the night and cleared out the area a bit more before making her way back to the road and resting up in a tree as she kept watch for her companions to catch up with her. It was another good hour before they finally came into site. Giving a whistle before she leapt down and showed herself, Ash padding up next to her she waved them down.

	[color=a187be]"It seems you all are intact. I have found us a camp site for the night,"[/color] she explained as she stepped over and patted the horse gently.