Setting out from Treborg

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Leaving

The DM: A storm drifted past on to the east on the 27th of May, but Treborg received only a scant rainfall from it. However, through the night, a new storm formed in the mountains a hundred miles to the east, where you can just see the edges of it. At 6 a.m. on the 28th, you are getting spattering rain from gentle squalls brought by a southwestly wind, not more than a light breeze. The sky is full of mixed darkened clouds, with small blue patches. There's no certainty if it will just blow over or will close up and begin to seriously rain. Are you ready to get started or do you want to see? What sort of rain gear do you have?

Pandred: I've got my heavy coat, but I doubt the rest of us, particularly the hirelings, have anything to protect them. I think we have little choice but to wait this out.
Embla Strand : I've a cloak, high hard boots, and a bearskin coat. That said, we'll make poor progress if it does start to rain. Let's wait.
The DM: Being that you're from Norway, or at least have spent time here, you know that you're going to spend some time in the rain, no matter how long you wait. Fjall, Willa and Oddsdrakken will all have waxed cloaks designed to be tolerable if it rains. You may want to take a tent with you (I'll let you retcon the purchase of one, since you know what Norway is like and would have thought of it).

The DM: By 9 a.m., you're still getting spattering rain, but the easterly storm has swung around and moved north, out of sight beyond the mountains. The wind has died away, to a "light air," just barely detectable. The sky is open on the west, overcast on the east; with bits of rain coming from its cloudy edge. The temperature is cool and comfortable.

Vafrandir: I deduct 2 lb per person for food for the 3 days. 2 more days of heavy rations will be 7×6×2 = 84 lb, which is just about how much we have left. We will need to forage to supplement our stock. We have plenty of tents, I've loaded 7 on the cart. I don't have a bearskin cloak (I have wool, but that's no fun in the rain).

Pandred: Since we dodged the storm, let's go for it. I just didn't want a downpour to hit us in the mountains and complicate the terrain.

Vafrandir: I agree.

The DM: Actually, wool is excellent in the rain. Unlike modern wool clothing, 17th century wool was still greasy, almost deliberately so; in wet weather, it did not accumulate water, but dripped water; and kept you warm, as the rain does not affect the air pockets of the garment. We've destroyed the natural value of wool in wet weather by fastidiously cleaning it.

Setting Off

The DM: For the first hour, you merely make your way to the crossroads and then northeastward through oat and hay fields, the former having just been planted and being nothing more than furrowed black earth. The mountains ahead are shrouded in light clouds, and soon you begin to wend your way between them. About noon, the cool temperature and the light airy wind have not changed; the rain has died away and the sky has turned blue, with a few puffy white cumulus clouds. You pass a shed used for stacking wood and there the road ends; but you find a wide animal trail, which you follow, climbing about a hundred feet every twenty minutes. All around you is bare rock, small pools of water and the occasional half-mile across lake. Are you ambling along or moving at a normal pace?

Embla Strand Let's head at a normal pace.