Grandson's Fork in the Road

Embarking on the road out of Joshua Springs the three began their journey. Looking back John saw village as busy as it always had been. He will miss stealing food and other rare objects to share with his grandfather. With all those old stories past new stories are to emerge ones that his grandfather had told. It stirred his insides with butterflies and his heart aflutter at the possibilities of what is to come.

Digging into his horse that was an only a handful of years old with smooth golden brown fur from head to tail. Only one spot on it showed a little black on the back right leg. He named him Eoh after a famed horse his grandfather had told stories of an elf who rode a horse during the last great war that saved his life twice on two different occasions. Grandfather Robert rode a simple horse similar to his with a few extra spots of black on the body named Ansir named after an old god man once believed in.

Faervel soon caught up with them as she had taken the lead an hour ago to find our first stopping point. Unaware what was to come John at least knew of a handful of small farms and villages on the outskirts that bridged Joshua’s Run to the rest of the world. Beyond that he knew only stories.

His parents had passed when he was ten during a major fire that had engulfed their home one night. He had happened to be at his grandfathers that night listening to the old stories of his adventures. Since he can even remember he had been fascinated by his adventures of far away lands. Wishing one day to travel far beyond Joshua’s Run beyond the furthest farm he knew of. Today he would soon do so.

“We have a choice there is a farm uphill which leads to an old forest or we can take Faye’s Landing. Either way will lead us toward Aric’s Run within two-three weeks tops” Faervel asks Robert and John as she sits on her horse in front of us waiting for our answer. Robert turns to his grandson for a response.

John realizing it would be his adventure to the outside world. Knowing of the old forest Faervel is talking about it was Crow’s Daemon Forest. Ghost stories the locals preached about to young people to scare them away. He had the audacity once to travel in there with a few friends in broad daylight to some timber. Nothing scary about the place, but there was no way He would travel in the night in there knowing the landscape.

Then there is Faye’s Landing. An old fishing town north of Joshua’s Springs. Some past events there warn him of dangerous figures. Otherwise I nice place to pick up some fish and take the road north from there.