Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180423200044/@comment-7262318-20180511000231

"Right," Xavier nodded. "Let's go."

"Yes! Lets!"

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(Timeskip!)

The journey up the mountain was extremely un-perilous, disregarding the warm Summerset breeze suddenly turning to a backbiting cold as they ascended higher. There were no monsters, no ice wraiths, no bears, not even a goblin popped out to spook them. It didn't seem right, as they had been warned of how dangerous this journey would be.

Baros joined them in their ascent not long after he had ran off down the cave. His face wore a strange combination of bitterness and relief. He would not talk about what happened outside the cave, or if he even talked to the mysterious archer (A Pie will come later).

Soon enough, just as the sun was beginning to fall out of the sky, they reached the mountain top. A summit, embanked in a thin layer of snow and ice, a large circle of rock at the middle. There was an odd stretch of wall at the far back, with some incomprehensible language carved into the stone. Part of the wall was hidden by a pile of rubble. A little shack sat at the far corner, made of wood and patched together with fur for insulation.

In front of that rubble pile, stood a man in blue robes. Nordic man, with a red beard that hung down to his chest.

"Welcome travelers," He bowed.