Weather / Adventure Zone

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It's hard to believe that only a few weeks ago the city was deep in bone-chilling snow. The city is in the grips of a pleasant spring: warm days, cool nights, crisp winds and all the flowers blooming. The trees boast tender green leaves and the sky is bright blue with puffy, fast-moving clouds.

Since the collapse of the Matterhorn Ice Queen's Lair, the northern section of the city has been shrouded in the same gray, impenetrable fog that had originally obscured the zone.

Today it is blown away by the stiff spring wind. The land to the north of the bridge is hills rising to mountains, forested, filled with clear lakes and rushing streams.

Near the bridge, there is a cabin that serves as a trading post, and is the only immediately visible structure or sign of human habitation.

The leather-faced Extra inside the crammed store is happy to sell you gold-panning equipment, backpacks, tents, fishing or trapping gear... he might even, maybe, have a huntin' rifle available. If you ask nice.

He also warns of bear in the high country, of caves he calls 'Indian burial grounds!' with spooky paintings on the walls, and says that sure enough, there's one of them wendy-gos around somewhere, yessir. You know. One of them Bigfoot things. Still, it's the best time of year to see the high country, wildflowers bloomin' an' all.

Y'all be careful goin' in now.

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[aintnoconvict]

It's not quite a field of poppies, it's more of a meadow with some poppies in it. No matter: it's close enough and so has a napping Ozian near the center of it.

The grass is tall enough so that as one approaches the only thing disrupting it is a booted foot perched on a bent knee. Closer inspection will give you Glitch sprawled on a flannel blanket, his satchel of Scientific Gizmos to his left, a bottle of iced tea to his right, and a straw hat covering his face.

There may also be snoring.