The Gods Apparently Don't Want You To Slow Down

I hate people on a mission. They don't slow down, they don't take breaks or let you rest for longer than like four hours before you are pushing on. No we have to run run run. I tell you its stuff like this that got me out of the adventuring game in the first place (well that and the fact I HATE ADVENTURING!). All of this to say I spent four days chasing after Siara, down the mountains, into a valley, and all the way to a coast.  Along the way we came across more scenes of terror and horror apparently the army we were following loved murder and pillaging, they did it everywhere all over the place. It made me kind of afraid we were following this murderous group of rampaging murder people (yes thats the best term for it).

We had arrived in a town that reeked of the sea (have I mentioned I hate the smell of the sea? I hate the smell of the sea) so I knew we were getting close to the coast. It looked like the usual slaughterfests we'd passed through, dead bodies, burning, ruined buildings etc etc. Until suddenly the bodies came to life and hideous creatures trapped us in from all angles (the town was the usual one road affair with buildings along it, so they pinned us in by blocking the roads). Siara was prepared for this and took out a long staff from her pack and invited the monsters on. Me I was terrified and trying to think of a way out of our predicament. You know my usual. I tell you I need to start being better prepared, I say this years later because it's still an issue. Almost like I never learn a lesson EVER!