Narrator: It is the 5th day out from Polisberg. The delvers are on what they hope are the remnants of a heavily overgrown road, somewhere in a forest near what they hope is Obsidian Lake. Narrator: When last they looked, the sky was free of clouds, but the trees are tall and have large, intertwined canopies, and visibility is very limited. Marik: ((Master bloody Navigator, I am.)) GM: Potentially, you're not in the middle of a forest, you're just closely hemmed in by trees and there's really plains all around if you can just get past the small line of trees. GM: Attempt to prove that theory have failed, though. Marik: Somehow I doubt that to be the case. Ghazeb: Ghazeb thinks the elf likes to get us lost. More fun for him. Beltarne: ((One would think climbing a tree would also disprove tha