Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150131185710

Further up in the mountains lay Shademist. It had once been been an important city of trade. But centuries ago it had been demolished due to constant sieges planned by Orc tribes of High Rock's eastern borders.

The path through the mountain tops was treacherous and fog rolled heavily over the area. Victorius had trouble watching his footing.

"Careful!" exclaimed Claire when she saw Victorius right foot slip across the edge of the narrow path.

A couple of rocks were broken free and fell down into the abyss where the bottom could barely be seen.

"I am!" he said and swallowed. "I just wish that Wraith could have chosen a better hiding spot than up here!"

"Why do you think he chose this area? Nobody ever comes here because the path is too dangerous! Besides, they say Shademist that is haunted, so there is little reason for them to come here."

"Well, is it?"

"Is what?"

His eyes flickered. "Haunted?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. It's possible. But you shouldn't worry too much. Wraith wouldn't have chosen Shademist as his headquarters if he wasn't absolutely sure that it would be the perfect hiding spot."

"If you say so..."

"Well, come on!" she said. "Just a bit further, then we will be there."

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"Shit!" growled Valkyrie as a couple of stones were loosened underneath her feet and fell into the depths.

''No big deal. Just go in... put a bullet in Wraith's head and then leave. Return to Brightwall and have a nice cup of hackle-lo-leaf tea mixed with a few drops of skooma''.