Borric's World Lore roll [1d100] = 47 vs. 22Fricking Baba Yaga no doubt.
P. S. If it's a Kurgan tale, would you please roll for me Niko?
The stories you heard were ambiguous. In one she helped a stranded young woman who bacame lost in a blizzard on the steppe, and in another she was a devouring demoniac force that cursed a whole tribe.
Urash strains his eyes up and down the river, a couple of miles to the west reveals an arch stretched over the river's surface between two elevated points. The party nudges their horses in that direction and after about 20 minutes of brisk trotting, you come to the base of an elevated causeway about 20 feet higher then the surrounding floodplain, you each dismount and scramble up the sharp slope, leading your remaining horses and come out on top where a heavily decayed road of broken cobbles stretches northward into the blackened forest and south onto a very weathered looking stone bridge that arches across the 1/4 mile width of the rushing river. Each of you look at the bridge and marvel at how something could cross so vast a distance without piers or pillars to support it -- a feat of engineering and architecture that seems well beyond the capabilities of the local Picts, and would be a small wonder even in the cosmopolitan cities of mighty Kor, or Commorium.
