Strange Trip

Mosquitos whined in the sodden jungle air, divebombing the party as they fought their way through grasping vines. The path they followed wasn't a path as such, more of a list of landmarks in order of passage. Only the best trackers among them found any signs of bipedal passage, and they agreed it might have been years since anyone had passed this way.

The first signs of the inevitable irritations of a long slog had begun to show themselves about two hours out from the Road's End Inn and Tavern near the end of the North-South road. An hour later, damper, and more bug-bitten, the party arrived at the sheer cliff-wall that was the next landmark (and one of the last) on their journey.

Yasmeen shielded her eyes with her hand and looked up the cliff-face. The sketch that accompanied the "map" suggested there would be a cave mouth some 40 feet up. Keen cat eyes picked out a hidden entrance more like 60 feet up, screened by thick vines. If she hadn't known it was there, she would have missed it.

"Anyone fly or am I climbing?" she asked after she'd pointed it out to her companions.