Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Rough Road West

Friday, June 13, 1650

It is evening, as the sun sets, as I write this.

The west bound road continues in a generally westward direction, following the ridge over the Altmuhl Valley - which is to say that you cross many rivulets and streams, and that the road itself rolls up and down over spurs along the ridge, in a most taxing manner. The road itself is not a good one, and there are no road signs. The watercourses are too small to bar the way of the wagon, but at the same time there are no constructed bridges along the way. Every crossing is a ford, and many of them are knee-deep (and the water quite cold, despite the month - not icy, but you wouldn’t want to bathe in it). Finally, the road is full of potholes and in some places, the trees hang down and impede the carriage (a cart would go through fine, but the carriage is often too wide or too high).

You see no one else through the journey, though you travel for a day and a half.

The countryside is rough, unoccupied, but just this side of wilderland - in that there is a road, and the road is clearly travelled from time to time, as you find evidence of firepits and places where trees have been cut down with an axe. Thursday night you bed down by one of these firepits.

As the sun sets, you reach a much better road, which is cobbled and which is perpendicular to the road you are on. But what with the winding that you have experienced throughout the day, you cannot be sure if this road does go both north and south. The right, however, does appear to rise into the highlands to the north, while the south road descends into the main valley.

In the east, you see a full moon rise in the twilight, as the sun sets in the west.

12 comments:

Andrej said...

Just to be clear, which day is it currently? Below the post title it indicates Friday, but you mentioned Thursday in the text. I'll deduct food accordingly, including Friday.

"We should rest 12 hours each night, allowing us a full night's rest. The moon is up, so should provide some light. Emmanuel, you take the first watch and wake us at any sign of danger or if you are uncertain. Avel, if you are agreed take the second. I shall wake and take the final after my prayers."

Andrej said...

Oh, I forgot to begin my post with "I think we should camp now and turn right in the morning."

Alexis said...

It was Thursday; I accounted for Thursday night for where you bedded down the night you separated from Delfig. This post would begin with Friday, as the sun sets.

Andrej said...

Noted, and deducted therefore two days worth of food.

Andrej said...

We shall conserve our beer and drink water from the brooks and rivers for now. Food has been deducted. Andrej is ensuring his waterskin is full whenever we pass a waterway.

Alexis said...

(OOC: proving to be a distracting day at work - please be patient)

Avel said...

I have no objections to Andrej's suggestions.

Alexis said...

I had considered having something happen in the night, for it was a full moon, and the party are in the deep woods - no doubt there would be the sound of a wolf, or of wind through the leaves, which have grown full with the middle of June. But the die roll tells me no, and despite my wanting to make use of this, I do not.

Rather than begin a new post, I will continue here, with the next day - Saturday; you journey north, climbing the hills that are there, and rolling down the other side. Today you make good time, and begin to meet people again along the road. You encounter some soldiers, who wave to you as you pass. There's no need to ask which road you are on, the signs clearly indicate that this is the road to Eichstatt. At four miles from that city, it being midday, you find yourself at another fork in the road.

The left is marked by a fair sized bridge, and a constabularly dressed in cloaks that define them as Catholic guards - red in color, with crosses, and emblems of the Holy Church of Rome. They are there to accept the fee for crossing the bridge and for entering the small Bishopric of Eichstatt.

The right road is less well travelled, resembling the road you were on the day before. There is no toll for this road.

Andrej said...

Avel, I suspect the arm of Dachau only extends but so far... shall we enjoy the easier going on the toll road?

Avel said...

I see no danger in it. I would hope the Bishop's guards would be independent from Dachau's influence.

Alexis said...

From whatever either of you would know about the various, complicated politics of the Holy Roman Empire, the various entities, states, free cities and bishoprics have very little to do with one another, except in terms of the general foreign policy of the Emperor (who is voted into power for life by the Electors, those being the heads of the largest entities), or in squabbling among themselves.

Curiousity, and a few road companions, would inform you that Eichstatt is a wholly independent part of the Empire, not even under the suzerainty of the archbishops of Magdeburg, Mainz or Augsburg. This is a very unusual political circumstance.

I would need to produce a new post for Eichstatt, which I shall do - as soon as I have the time. It has been a busy week. I shall give this my first consideration.

Alexis said...

Next post up.