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The road to Jhelbor is a rough one. It's pouring rain, constantly, turning the road into puddles, streams, floods that sometimes go as far as knee-high. It's cold, at first, as the group leaves the wreck that is Mage City, but it gets warmer as they journey, until, near Jhelbor, the water rising from fifty-degree weather to something more like ninety degrees.
A few miles out from the city, Thrace bows out (unless people really, really want him to stay), and heads back down towards Mage City.
About a mile out from the city, the group is attacked.
It comes very swiftly, out of the darkness of the rain; everyone is dragged off the path, a little ways into the trees, and then --
"What the hell?" says Nazarene.
Welcome back to Jhelbor, worldwalkers.
A few miles out from the city, Thrace bows out (unless people really, really want him to stay), and heads back down towards Mage City.
About a mile out from the city, the group is attacked.
It comes very swiftly, out of the darkness of the rain; everyone is dragged off the path, a little ways into the trees, and then --
"What the hell?" says Nazarene.
Welcome back to Jhelbor, worldwalkers.