Andlátkyn; Vandr Sanses unin Alagaësia

Flight from Gil'ead

The gang woke up early in the morning, having wasted so much time on just sleeping. They prepared themselves for another hard day trekking, Eragon mentioning the possibility of the elf developing sores from Saphira's scales.
"Okay. I'll have her ride my Blaster today." Dust offered.
Problem fixed as easily as it came up, it was agreed that Cross would guide Error's Blaster as he and Blue rode and knitted.

The day went by slowly, everyone following the horses as they galloped through the land, their humans beginning to show signs of fatigue. When Eragon and Murtaugh dismounted to run on foot so the horses could 'rest', Nightmare forced them to ride the Blasters instead while Cross and Horror ran at a leisurely pace.
The only stops that day were to let the steeds eat and drink; this only happened twice.

Infuriatingly enough, while they had certainly evaded the soldiers from Gil'ead, new soldiers took their place as somehow word had traveled faster than they. Two times, they nearly walked into an ambush, but Horror and Saphira scented the men on the trail. After the second one, they just abandoned the trail.

Through some sense of urgency, the company of skeletons, dragon and humans kept going through the night, then Murtaugh pointed ahead of them.
"There's a town, Bullridge, some leagues ahead that we must bypass. They're sure to have soldiers watching for us. We should try to slip past them while it's dark."
This earned some nods and affirmative grunts from the rest of them, no one bringing up the invisibility spells, because of how they'd failed right as Durza appeared.

Three hours later they spotted the lanterns, soldiers patrolling between watch-fires that littered the town. Eragon and Murtaugh dismounted, then Nightmare forced them to ride the skulls up high and out of sight as Cross and Horror led the equines in a wide detour around Bullridge while they watched carefully as to not run into an encampment.

Afterwards as the day broke, they found a hill and glanced around. A huge river, called Ramr,strong river, flowed in from the right down to the left. It was definitely a big river.
Finally relaxing, the company of multiple species hunted down a stand of junipers and rested, Error and Nightmare watching over them again, despite the King of Negativity wanting to sleep a little.

As the last traces of daylight left the sky, the team woke up, weary and aching yet rested. Eragon started looking worriedly at the elf, Saphira making small distressed noises.

He started voicing his concerns about her, how it had been three days since her rescue, yet she hadn't woken up.
Nightmare shifted around, aware of her plight, if not how serious it was.
"It's a self-induced coma. From what, I can't tell. I can't say I know why, I'm a little concerned about it. It's possible she believes she is not safe yet; after all, I was the last thing she saw. I'm aware that I don't look very... inviting. Aside from that, she may be poisoned and is extending her life. That's the worst-case scenario, though."

On that worrying note, they strode through the hills, everyone on foot this time. They avoided the tops of the hills for fear of being seen, despite all of the skeletons having bright glowing eyelights and in Error and Killer's cases, having other glowing parts.
However, they reached the Ramr without incident.

After searching for a way to cross, they gave up and flew over, the horses going hysterical yet again, whinnying and trying to bolt off the skulls as blue magic held them down.

Soon enough they were walking again, continuing through the progressively scraggly shrubbery till it too, gave way to sand.
This; was the Hadarac Desert.