The group was resting comfortably in the Elk Lodge when a red headed woman walked up to them and asked for help. A wagon driver by trade she needs to get her goods to Tiny Brook however something had been attacking those on the road as well as the incredibly large sheep from that area. Borin, Faelan, Khan, Lash, and Walhand agree to go.
Hired for the trip the group leaves in the morning with time not on their side as the wintry weather sets in. While the first few miles are uneventful and calm the threat of snow is made good as heavy dark clouds let loose and a blizzard begins. The two wagons with their oxen slowed down as muddy wheel ruts filled in with more and more snow. Something large, stalked the group, moving beyond the edge of the trees along side the road.
Trees that hung over the road had collapsed into it at one point making the group pause before the creature charged on his many legs. Hissing it’s head went forth upon a long thick neck the end barely showing to be a head besides the large black eyes of the beast, his flat nose and an all too wide grin of razor sharp teeth. Thick white fur covered his body as he bound out from the deep snow only to plunge back in once more.
The creature was quickly brought down however. Pressing on through the snow and getting deeper into night they forged ahead to the small but growing village of Tiny Brook. Deciding not to rest they talk with Garland Bush the leader of Tiny Brook, who paid them for their efforts before he handed them off to the young helper and shepherd Timmy.
Finding out that the village is threatened not only by goblins and their wargs but also by other creatures that are attracted to blood they stop in at the local dining area which is in the dryer’s, an area where they dry out lumber for burning or simply to use in structures. Using a number of fire pits the enclosure is kept nice and warm against the icy cold just outside. There they picked up a bucket of sheep’s blood which was used in making blood sausage.
Silently they walked through the darkness as a blinding snow storm blew around them adding inch after inch of snow to what had already been feet. Trudging along what was barely a path they entered an area that made Timmy concerned for them. Giving them a warning, Timmy vanished into the snow with his dog before a pair of white sabertooth tigers started to stalk the group, lured in by the smell of blood.
The tigers almost killed at least one of the party before they too met their end.
With some half dead, the group trudged onwards with the snow about as tall as the rogue halfling and the warrior dwarf. Almost to the canyon of the sheep the wargs showed up melting out of the darkness and storm with their goblin riders. A howl went up before the goblin patrol rushed forwards, but mere goblins and their allies were no match for even the injured group though some escaped.
Trying to track the escaping goblins to perhaps find their camp the group moved on before the cold and their own injures became to much. They made camp and got warm and rested as the heavy snow continued before Timmy showed up with his dog and a bundle of provisions for breakfast. Tracks gone the group turned back for Tiny Brook with Timmy showing them the path.
Although faint on the praise, once more Garland brought out a small chest and tossed the adventurer’s some hard earned coin and Miss Eaton, the wagon driver offered to take them back to Winter’s Reach.