Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20151221214753/@comment-10197675-20151224135339

Varlgon cautiously made his way down the mountain with his catch strapped to his back, the bird corpse would move forth and backwards as Varlgon jumped from rock to rock, traversing the mountains tricky terrain, however the weather was making it increasingly difficult for the Nord to see and move properly. A blizzard had conjured and Varlgon was finding it difficult to navigate his way back to the cave. The Nord then came to a steep overhanging drop, he therefore knew the cave entrance was nearby. So forth the nord swiftly moved onwards heading along the edge of the overhang. However Varlgon was finding it rather difficult to keep his footing in these extreme weather conditions, and to make matters worse the blizzard seemed to be getting worse. "Almost there... gotta keep moving forwards" The Nord mumbled to himself as he progressed along the edge, and to his relief he saw the cave entrance as he appeared from around a corner of jiggered rock.

"There it is" The Nord said to himself, feeling satisfied to be back at the cave. He gradually made his way to the entrance, his mind fixed on wanting to eat that bird, but suddenly to the Nords discomfort and shock a Frost dragon swooped down from above, almost coming from within the blizzard, and passed over the Nords head.This caused Varlgon to stumble and slip. "Agh!" The Nord cried out, his voice was being taken away from the blizzards howls. Varlgon couldn't control himself as a gust then pushed him over the edge as his footing was weak. The Nord then fell to what he thought would be his doom.