The party decides not to waste any more time in the Forest and marches downstream.
The river winds for several miles north and then southwest. Travel is very slow through the dense and unexplored forest, and Mikhail's heavy encumbrance slows everyone down even further. (That's 4 points of travel, enough to fatigue Grim, Mikhail & Yevgeniy, but all pass their saving throws: 20, 16, 17)
You make camp at a river fork, where the river is joined by a swift-moving tributary from the south. To continue northward you will have to cross one of the rivers, and in this vicinity the narrowest distance across either of them is about 50 yards. At the southern tributary's narrowest spot there is an ancient bridge covered in vines—made of iron, stone and cement—but it looks like it has been ruined for centuries. All that is left are the ramps on either bank, extending out into the river about 10 yards each, and a couple of ruined pillars in the middle of the water.
The bridge ramp on your side forms a nice shelter for camping, and nearby you stumble upon several varieties of summer berries, all edible. (This is a 'food hex', no need to waste rations here).
The night passes peacefully. It is now Thursday, July 22nd, your fifth day in the wilderness.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 2, 2017 20:15:53 GMT -6
Mikhail Mueller had a nightmare about that spider-scorpion monster.
When he woke, he looked around to gauge the morale of his companions.
He also thought back on the encounter with the unicorns. "Are you thinking we should have been trying to communicate with unicorns?" he asked anyone who would listen. "Or tried following to see of where they were going?"
Next he concentrated on the bridge problem. "I am wondering if we can span space between pillars with wood, if we can move some logs long enough...?" He tried to gauge the distance.
The river spans 50 yards, with the bridge reaching 10 yards into the river on either side. There is a ruined support column exactly midway in the gap, making the distance 15 yards from either end of the bridge to the column in the middle.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 4, 2017 12:36:30 GMT -6
"No one would have been building bridge here if it did not go somewhere interesting," Mikhail suggested. "But...oh boy, that iz long distance to center column. I am out of ideas. Maybe we need to go upriver and look for way to be fording, yes?"
We have 3 axes in our group (none are mine). I dont think Shortbump, my mule, will be pleased do go to a boat, so i vote we build something to cross the river. Also, some of us are using heavy armor, no? Have to be carefull
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 9, 2017 8:34:31 GMT -6
"Yes, I was being slow to suggest a raft because I am not wishing to travel without at least some of my armor already on. This land iz too dangerous without it, yes? But I have no axe, so I help those making raft as best I can," Mikhael said. ((At some point I started spelling it Mikhail - very bad for using the search feature to pull up all my posts!))
Grimolfr has a battleaxe, he would be more in favor of a bridge than a raft. He would cut trees, but won't be hanging out over the river trying to put the bridge together... And he won't be crossing a single log bridge...
The day lingers on as the party contemplates its options. The evergreens around the forest are quite tall, many reaching beyond 200 feet and more, so a single log could stretch across the length of the bridge—if you can figure out how to lay it across. That would easily ferry the party across the river, but the mule will be at great risk unless something sturdier and flatter is designed.
Grimolfr assesses the local flora, and figures that in one day he could cut down two of these huge fir, or cut down one and strip it into a log. Smaller trees, say those only 50'-100' tall, we'll say could be cut down at a rate of 4 a day, or cut & stripped at 2 a day. (source: I watched this fun Youtube video)
New, unexplored territory lies south along the swift river.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 16, 2017 9:54:47 GMT -6
((So I guess we're stalled because no one who has an axe has spoken up and said they want to build a bridge? How long should we wait before we assume no one with an axe wants to build and we have to turn around and go back?))
The party has two 50' lengths and one 25' length of rope. I'll rule that as enough to lash together as many logs as necessary to make a wide bridge, at least temporarily. It will require serious engineering to lay the logs across the bridge ruins itself, so you decide to float the bridge across and use the side of the ruins as a stabilizing factor against the current.
Days 5 through 9 (weather remains overcast): After today and two more your party fells five giant firs. You deplete your rations on the second day (including the strange berries, which are tasty), and must subsist on the local berries after that. The next morning you lash the logs together and throw them into the river, but they immediately start to unravel and you have to try again the next day ("OS Personal Encounter: Remain Stationary 1 Turn"). There aren’t enough berries to go around—any more hunger and some of you might start losing life levels.
The next morning the logs hold and the bridge floats up against the ruins, keeping it steady against the current. Everyone crosses safely, even the very nervous mule Shortbump.
You travel north along the river's west bank, as far as your legs can carry you. The forest thins out into pleasant woodland full of little critters, with a majestic mountain range to the west. Occasionally you can see an isolated cottage hidden in the groves.
Exhausted, you finally come to a giant and tranquil lake that shimmers in the twilight, overlooked by the most beautiful city of gothic spires you have ever seen. There is a small ferry house nearby, guarding a dock with two rowboats. They seem to be the only way across the river toward the medieval city. There is light coming from the window and it sounds like someone is home.
Last Edit: Oct 17, 2017 11:48:11 GMT -6 by Starbeard