Weather: Normal for season (warm); no wind, no precipitation
Location: Dalery, CS Missouri (Mound City, MO)
Ley Line: Medium (quarter mile wide, 500 feet tall, 10 miles long, east to west)
Scene modifiers: None yet
The trip upriver started out wet. Luckily there were plenty of tarps to go around to make ad hoc tents, and even collect the rainwater. But soon a breeze came up, scudding the clouds and rain away, and it actually felt a bit nice to bask in the sun and dry out.
There was little of interest as they traveled. Squinting against the sun off the water, they occasionally made out small settlements along the river, mostly on the east bank Coalition side. But the boat didn’t stop to trade. An occasional large shadow floated by in the river below them, but nothing molested the travelers. Up on the roof of the towboat, one of the crew lazes beside the light ion cannon, keeping a desultory watch on the banks and the river.
Nine hours into the journey, as cookstoves are getting hauled out to prepare supper, a line of smoke appears, rising up ahead from the east bank of the river behind a line of cottonwood trees. A bright ley line crossed the river running east to west up ahead. Captain Norris came out on the deck and shielded his eyes as he peered up ahead. He started giving quiet orders to his crew before hopping across to the first barge to consult with Charlemagne.
“Seems there might be some trouble up ahead,” William Norris said. “I’m gonna edge us to the other side of the river an’ try an’ slip on past,” he explained. “There are some small boats if you folk want to check it out.” He indicated the overturned lifeboats on the front edges of the barges.
Up above, the top gunner was perking up. The mercenaries on the rear barge were also forming up, grabbing their weapons. Even Toad snorted as he smelled the smoke on the air.