With that, the Quartet would go on the road to Coalstrike again. Hours would pass, until the next night would come and go, as the group decided to waste the minimal amount of time and simply continue walking, instead of making a camp for the night. Morning would come as they continued their travels, few things happening on the way. Aside from Imgor comically tripping in a ditch while daydreaming about spells, anyway. He got up and brushed himself off, explaining that he tested a spell he got from that enchanter and sort of poured way too much mana into it.
Another day would pass as they saw a large town with thick, sturdy stone walls surrounding it, far in the distance. Steam could be seen evacuating from the top of the city, along with smoke and other, presumably magic-related gasses, forming various colors. As the Quartet continued in, some soldier looking fellow on a horse quickly trampled past! Doing no harm, but spooking everyone a little as it was so sudden. It seems like the rider took a double-take, then turned his transportation around and stopped next to, then trodded alongside the quartet. "City Guard, I assume you're entering Coalstrike? What do you plan to do inside?", the young, but strong sounding individual interrogated, with a mild noble accent. With a closer, longer look he was in Coalstrikes' iconic plate armor, the visor of his knightly helmet just revealing two green eyes. He carried a lance, and a sword, in his hand and on his belt. All of his equipment was kept extensively clean, not a single blemish or dirty patch.
This Dutiful Guardsman was just doing his job, it'd be best to simply answer him, he does seem trustworthy enough anyway.
Another day would pass as they saw a large town with thick, sturdy stone walls surrounding it, far in the distance. Steam could be seen evacuating from the top of the city, along with smoke and other, presumably magic-related gasses, forming various colors. As the Quartet continued in, some soldier looking fellow on a horse quickly trampled past! Doing no harm, but spooking everyone a little as it was so sudden. It seems like the rider took a double-take, then turned his transportation around and stopped next to, then trodded alongside the quartet. "City Guard, I assume you're entering Coalstrike? What do you plan to do inside?", the young, but strong sounding individual interrogated, with a mild noble accent. With a closer, longer look he was in Coalstrikes' iconic plate armor, the visor of his knightly helmet just revealing two green eyes. He carried a lance, and a sword, in his hand and on his belt. All of his equipment was kept extensively clean, not a single blemish or dirty patch.
This Dutiful Guardsman was just doing his job, it'd be best to simply answer him, he does seem trustworthy enough anyway.