Fables of the Borderlands
Road of Faith
After a series of terrible ordeals during the group’s first night in the woods of the Borderlands, they packed up their camp and took up their journey along the Eastern Path, no longer feeling safe where they had chosen to camp.
The lantern oil burned low, but before the dawn it’s light shined upon a wooden crossroads sign. It read, “Die Strasse des Glaubens”. The road of faith. It was a much narrower path worn only by daring travelers and protected merchants, or fools. The path climbed a slight plain as it stretched north, with the forests edges pressing tightly upon it’s edges as if any night they would swallow up the road and reclaim the treacherous strip of land.
The road of faith ran between two mountain ranges, one to the east, the other to the west. And showed signs of erosion, and rocky sediments. Perhaps in a time not too long ago, a river had run here, down the ravine between the mountains.