Kossuth breached to find Wolf watching Maccabeus capering about in his typical salute to the Divinities. Today would begin the last leg to the journey that would culminate in the little gnome's arrival at the sconce of his faith.
The companions met the morning by setting out through the small shanty town that spread out before the great wall, it's dual ramps still under construction (the work for which a multitude of craftsmen and laborers bent), that would put them on the last road to the Valley of Mists. In between those ramps a tall waterfall that crashed to the floor of this approach. There was also an older spiral-wound roadway, which the two ramps being built would replace, up to the broad avenue that would bring them south.
The road at the top of the wall was a broad throughway that could accommodate two lines of carts, at least, to go to and from the Valley. On the right was a steep drop of dizzying heights at the bottom of which was a river that flowed northely to tumble into the plain just the north side of the wall and slithered north from there.
To the left a wall rose up steep to varying heights along their journey. The broad road had clearly been carved from the rising wall of a great chasm.
The day hadn't proceeded long, however, when the group was beset upon by a small band of what appeared to be the exact nettle demons that Maccabeus and his other companions had fought when first they began working in Whisper's behalf. Their appearance here disconcerted the gnome; if these foullings were here as well as there...well, it could be no coincidence.
The companions fought these demons quickly and efficiently; the nettle demons were vanquished, leaving Maccabeus more nervous than not. He had just been nearly successful in banishing the ghost of the mysterious attacker from the previous night - Maccabeus thought that it must be that the attacker was a servant of the Ash Lords, and that of course would mean that their enemies knew exactly where the companions were and what might be their goal. These nettle demons enfirmed this fear in Maccabeus.
The group continued on...
The sun had not set, however, when a new foe made itself known. A huge boulder descended from the wall above and crashed into Wolf and Maccabeus as they ranged ahead of the group. Strange battle ensued.
Their foe, it turned out, was a cowardly (though clever for the race) ogre who, from a hiding spot above, dropped small boulders upon the group and hid out of easy bow shot of the group. At this point of the passage, a few tens of feet above the roadway the chasm wall fell back into a bit of a copse where the ogre had set his ambush.
Maccabeus drew upon mysteries recently opened to him by Vallen and summoned forth a hippogrif to assist in this combat. All the rest of us could do was to cast sling stones and javelins at the brute.
The combat was short, the ogre defeated. Maal and Hafaveral climbed to where the ogre had been to investigate the area, but found nothing of interest.
The companions pushed further south.
