Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171226150054/@comment-17114085-20180209112258

(Alright. Like old time then ;) )

As the sun peaked out from the horizon, the group set off. Rigmor and Gwen found the trail again north of the village, continuing up the side of the mountain.

Due to ancient ice and snow the trail was pretty treacherous. Rigmor almost slipped twice. Lucikly he managed to steady his footing the first time and the second time Athyis grabbed his arm to pull him back on the path.

They walked nearly the whole day before they spotted something late afternoon. What they found was quite shocking.

"Shor's Bones." Rigmor muttered as he looked at the prestine sanctuary, hidden in the mountains and still housing plants within its undestroyed walls.

The Sanctuary of Ironside, unlike everything else they had seen in Atmora, wasn't a snow covered ruin. It's stone walls were in top shape and the snows barely covered the ground. The group could see rough grass, some trees and bushes peaking out here and there. There was still tapestries and banners flying from the sanctuary's walls, all of which were still vibrant with colors and symbols. It was as if the place was frozen in time, before the 'frozen apocalypse' happened to the continent.