Posts from [EXPEDITION] The Beaver City of Idaniko.

-- Yeah, I guess so. Although we could get closer, but there's no guarantee that a tree won't fall on us and we won't even be able to take two steps away from the house.

Leaving the house in such weather turned out to be quite a quest. Even the door didn't seem to want to open, but eventually, the wind that was hindering it was overcome by the shoulders of two men. Donar was indeed a strong fellow. Then... omitting the fact that Enhador and Donar themselves were almost blown away by the wind, the trees posed a significant danger; the path to the river ran through a wooded area, and the fir trees were constantly being uprooted by the wind. Visibility was poor, and the snow clung to the brave adventurers from head to toe and got into their eyes.

Nevertheless, Enhador continued to move forward. "Why didn't I stay in Idaniko? I could be sitting in my warm little house right now, warming myself by the fireplace, but no, I had to go on an adventure. A wanderer, that's what I am..."

A large branch knocked Enhador down, but his sturdy companion helped him get up. However, all this drained their strength, and they felt themselves gradually freezing (both receive a -100 vitality penalty). Eventually, they approached the creature. This thing was indeed teardrop-shaped and generally resembled a fish, except that it was covered in thick fur and moved slowly across the land. The creature hadn't seen the humanoids yet because of the storm. Not yet. Along the river stretched a path, which hadn't been covered by snow yet.

-You're right, - agreed Enhador. -But, excuse me, what should we do now? "Indeed, we can't just attack this monster... However, we can certainly keep an eye on it, although the weather conditions, to put it mildly, leave much to be desired. Let's see what this поло says, and then we'll act." - decided the wanderer.

Ment remained silent. Meanwhile, the fish, after walking a bit more along the shore, approached a snowdrift, dug something out of it, clearly a piece of meat, and went back along its tracks. Finally, the trail left by the fish ended in front of the river. There, it quickly darted into the water. Its fin appeared once above the surface of the water on the other side of the river, and then everything became quiet.

Enhador cautiously approached the snowdrift and tried to figure out what it was and where the meat came from.

Enhador gathered a knife, a pouch, and a couple of rags.
-It seems someone was lucky enough to survive in these parts, - the wanderer said to his companion. -This creature is also a carnivore. We need to get rid of it as soon as we have the opportunity.

-- Yes, I've dealt with monsters before. Everyone will be better off if we take care of one more.
At that moment, something appeared above the wanderer and the imp, besides the impenetrable snow wall. It was a light, greenish, sometimes turning yellow, covering the entire sky in a long streak.
-- There, that's what I was talking about. It looks like the Northern Lights, but... I think it appears not above the clouds, but below them.