Rathuris
Tentacle God
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Al-Laand: HP = 67, PP = 56, EP = 56, Status = Fine
The moon shone brightly this night, casting a silvery light over the vast frozen plain. Light snow fell, signally that it woud not be long before all traces of passing creatures vanished. Already, the wind was beginning to pick up, as the snow fall slowly got heavier. From past experiences, it was a sure sign of an impending snow storm. By Al's estimate, it was only a few hours into the night, given him still several hours yet before the dawn of the sun. Thanks to the light of the glowing moon, the tracks that he was following stood out against the windswept snow.
For a few days now, he had been stalking a group of men that had ventured far to the north. He had only managed to have glimped them the night before before he had, had to hide from the sun. From what he had seen, there was five of them, all men. Covered in furs, with what look like unfitting armour beneath. There weapons had long since given into the struggle with rust. Thankfully, like many living creatures, they slept at night, and would likely be taken easily during the waning hours of the night. Given an hour or two, he would likely reach their camp before midnight.
What puzzled Al-Laand how ever, was the two single three inch wide lines about seven feet apart that the men had been following since he caught wind of them. Though he thought it may be a wagon, it did not look to have any beast pulling it through the dense snow. Now that he was standing near some of the track, it was up to him whether he wished to try and catch the men for a meal before dawn, or seek shelter from the likely storm that was sure to happen soon.