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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 12:29:00 GMT
 | Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100% |
Harsh winds. Cold temperatures. Rough climbs. Dorian wasn't sure how he had got himself into this mess... His mind trailed back to a few hours back, at the break of morning as he awoke from his bed in a humble inn somewhere within the vicinity of the city of Avon. It was a cheap place that was warm enough to stay in, and he always had a certain tenacity about him, ingrained into his body since childhood; after all, manners weren't the only thing he was disciplined into. But more than that, the tavern had reminded him of days years back, when he was simply staying in the cheapest inns he could find, living off of what he could make himself without having to stress himself on the turmoil of too much adventure. How naive he had been back then.
Days would go by where he would do nothing but hide himself away in some ramshackle inn room with nothing but a bed and enough food to keep himself alive, though he had met occasional people back then that he had taught and even learned from. He especially remembered the familiar Ritual Sorcerer who had played those games of Mastermind with him, a pleasant experience he would never forget... Thinking on it, he wondered if Evenever was still around; well, obviously she was alive - she was an Adventurer, death was nothing here - but it intrigued him to think that she may be out there, working the world and learning from it as he had done much too late. A small part of him hoped, and a bigger part of him wished to someday see her again. But, of course, we are going off on a tangent here.
The cold winds shook the Shaman's body, and he was forced to change from his vanity casual gear into his firm leather armour; he was still unable to find a suitable replacement now that he was just shy of the level ninety cap... he wondered on what skills and new avenues would open once he and others finally breached the levels above this cap, however, with one hundred now open to them since the expansion two years ago. "Ha..." He released a soft breath of air as his leather wrapped across his form, not really doing anything to keep him warm, but it was better than what he had on before. Watching closely, the Shaman saw his breath steam up against the cold, the heat reacting with the sudden drop in temperature to form a white mist. Mesmerising...
Thinking back once again, he contemplated on his morning today, back when he had first emerged from slumber and explored the city after enjoying a decent breakfast at the inn. Many of the people were talkative that day, expressing their worries on the lingering cold of Winter... After all, with March having ended and April - or at least this world's equivalent, as it would seem - having now just arrived, the Unfounded Kingdom should be seeing the last changes of Spring, and certainly Londinium and Sarum had started to enjoy the beauty and colour of such a season; alas, Avon was left in hardship much of the year, cold even in the hottest times of the year. But, Winter was indeed over, and the winds were beginning to die down to a happy medium. But thoughts lingered, as they always do among Landers.
An old man had greeted the Shaman on his venture through the streets, almost bumping into him before chuckling off the incident and giving a smile that said he was enjoying his day and hoped that Dorian was too. "You look like an Adventurer," he had gone on to comment, staring up in awe at the tall warrior clad in thick jacket and donning a heavy Avon-forged longsword. Laughing under his breath, the Shaman had nodded, planting his hands on his hips in a striking pose of heroism. With a bit of humour to his tone of voice, his British accent coming out in the deep roll of his words, he plainly questioned, "What tipped you off?" The old man rolled his eyes at the grandiose gesture and the bravado, before shrugging his shoulders at him, giving a hearty chuckle, his breath misting on the cold air as it often did here. Such was life in cold temperatures.
"In any case, I suppose you're here to traverse Mount Vitreus...?" The old man caught Dorian off guard with his question, causing him to stare with a confused expression across his features. Tilting his head to one side, the older gentleman waited for a few more seconds before nodding his head, understanding the odd face the Shaman was making. "A few Adventurers came through some time ago, said they were heading up the mountain near where the 'Crystal Cavern' was found a while back." The old man began to spin his tale, pointing in the direction of the mountain, difficult to make out through the harsh cold and blizzard surrounded the area. "Apparently, it's been informally called Vitreus... some Adventurer dialect for crystal. In any case, it's supposed to be an enlightening experience. Brings out the strength of one's spirit to endure harshness, I guess."
Dorian stared off into the distance, towards where his vision had been directed earlier, the brief glimpses of the mountain itself through the cold winds sending shivers down his spine just from thinking about climbing it. "They are... braver souls than I," he admitted humbly, releasing a content sigh before turning his attention back to the old man; but, when he looked ahead of him, there was nobody left standing there. The man had disappeared during the Shaman's reverie, and no doubt gone about his day - busy times, no room to be distracted by Adventurers with no gumption. You're thinking of climbing it aren't you? Daring the mountain? Enduring the harshness, as he said? Aurelia became vocal, questioning Dorian and forcing him to consider the journey.
And so, after merely a few moments of contemplation, here he was, a few hours later, his feet trudging into the heavy snow and his leather armour now wrapped snugly around his form to keep his body from freezing in place. "I can't believe you roped me into this, Aurelia," he grumbled as he wrapped his arms around his chest, teeth chattering already before he had even made his first steps onto the first inclines over the mountain's base. Rolling her eyes, the Shikigami gave a mental thump onto the back of Dorian's brain, before releasing a sigh and nurturing her metaphysical body against the Shaman's spirit, attempting to draw warmth into his form. You aren't doing this alone, Dorian... The mountain cannot defeat us both. A wave of calm washed over him as he felt the mental embrace from his spirit companion, and with a reassured nod, he continued moving forward, fighting back against the blizzard; this was his journey, and he would not fail. Not this time.
Notes: The climb...
Word Count: 1165
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2016 12:33:54 GMT
| Dorian HP: 100% MP: 90% |
"What a terrific day for a hike, wouldn't you say?" That was what Dorian heard through the rush of winds and the bite of the cold, the sound shifting and whispering off the air. His new and somewhat uninvited travelling companion was just a few feet ahead of him, forcing him to move faster in order to keep pace; thought the build up heat from working so hard was a pleasant change. Despite that, his arms gripped around his chest tightly, the leather armour doing nothing for him at this point in time... Clearly the tailors of the Stratford Arms brand did not design their apparels for this much cold, at least not readily available versions. His hand grazed over the shoulder piece of his armour, where the Stratford Arms logo was etched into the leather. He'd be rid of this suit soon, though right now he wished he had done so earlier.
Gritting his teeth against the cold, Dorian had been forced to resort to his age old tactic of channelling the mana in his Ritual tattoos, allowing his body hotter temperatures internally, to combat the cold. Normally he would pour as much as he could into them, keep his body a pleasant, magically invested warm, but that was back when he cared little for adventuring and traversing the wilds where monsters infested every turn; now, he was certain there would be creatures of disaster hidden away in the mountains harsh climate, calling the harsh winds their home. Such is the case, without a sufficient pool of mana, the Shaman would be defenceless except for his under-levelled weaponry that he had yet to upgrade, and that wasn't going to cut it today. So, he endured the cold, let it bite at his skin through his leather. This was not a terrific day for a hike.
And yet, here was his companion, a fellow Adventurer, though a fair few levels beneath his own, who had come in search of turmoil and hardship. An eccentric, burly individual, one who seemed be unaffected by the cold or the winds that drove them back down the mountain, or at least tried to. The Shaman watched his shadowed silhouette from behind, unable to pick out any detailed features about him through the snow and cold; all he could tell was that he was a man, and that his body structure was much larger than his own. His mind wandered, as it often did, to when he had first encountered the gentleman some time back, having managed the first few legs of his journey up Mount Vitreus after being encouraged by Aurelia. He had thought himself all alone on the mountain; that was, of course, until...
"My my, I certainly didn't expect to bump into anyone up here," the man had exclaimed, his voice catching on the wind and travelling down the mountain slope a few meters, meeting the shivered mess of the Shaman who had climbed his way up. The burly individual had been resting here, as incredulous as that sounded, and managed to sneak a peek downwind to see Dorian approaching, or at least his silhouette, anyway. "What brings you here, fellow hiker? Another Adventurer come to brave the cold and climb? Ha ha!" What an overly jolly fellow this man was... Climbing a few more steps against the snow covered ground, the Shaman managed only to nod his head in reply, unable to speak through chattered teeth. Suddenly, a thick hand was slapped onto his shoulder, causing him to jolt and blink, staring up at the taller individual who had sneaked up on him!
The man laughed with a mighty guffaw, before nodding his own head back in understanding. "Sorry about that, lad, didn't mean to frighten you; I may be big, but an Assassin needs to be light on his feet, aye?" Dorian was taken aback, tilting his head slightly to one side in a vain attempt to get a better look at the man. He was incredibly large, and nowhere near the atypical ninja build of the Assassin's he knew... If only Sayha were here, how would she react to seeing such a gargantuan fellow rivalling her in her class. But, stealth was a major part of the Assassin repertoire, and this gentleman was certainly able to utilise the shadows to his advantage. "No need to apologise, s-sir..." His attempts at speech were curbed as he felt the chill of the wind hit his form, running up his spine in a shiver that caused his last word to stutter from his mouth.
Before he could react at all, the burly Assassin thumped him on the back, sending him sprawling forward; he only just managed to catch himself before falling face first into the snow, but had to endure several quick steps forward up the slope to stop his descent. "Wh-what... What was that f-for?" Dorian's speech fell back into shivers when he managed to stop himself and recuperate his form, but even he had noticed the sudden change; with a burst of speed, his body gathered a modicum of heat that reinvigorated his senses. "When you've hiked as long as I have, you find the heat comes with speed; the faster you climb, the warmer you'll be!" Hiking Assassin over here finished his sentence with a chesty chuckle, his breathing coming straight from his larger lungs. However, while the move wasn't called for in the slightest, the man had some sense to him; moving faster generated more work in one's muscles, and more work means more heat. Simple.
With that revelation, it wasn't long before they had introduced themselves to one another; the man called himself Sparrow, an odd name for such a large man, but Dorian was beginning to enjoy the odd combinations this Adventurer had given himself. Nevertheless, their conversations continued as they joined each other in their journey, and so on they trekked, ascending the mountain slope and climbing higher up the mountain towards it's peak. "As much as I have enjoyed this, I can say for a fact that this is anything but a terrific day for a hike," he finally replied, his speech having gotten used to the cold, though the warmth of his tattoos certainly didn't hurt. But, the burly man seemed disinterested in arguing, as his hand shot up towards a darker section of the mountain ahead. "There! A cave, lad... Looks like it'll serve a decent enough spot for camping. Good thing too, sun's about to settle." It was...? Dorian hadn't noticed, but sure enough, the glowing orb of light could just be seen hovering above the horizon, slowly descending towards dusk...
Notes: Caves and companions...
Word Count: 1110
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 5:29:58 GMT
| Dorian HP: 100% MP: 80% |
If Dorian had been surprised to have missed the fact that the sun was now creeping slowly past the horizon, it's light quickly fading from the misty mountain plaza, he was even further astonished that he had noticed the large black shadow denoting the entrance to the cave that his hiking companion astutely pointed out just a few moments before. Now, with hurried steps, they trudged through the snow and freezing winds to get to what they assumed would be a refuge from the cold; perhaps Sparrow would have something to set up a fire with, to which they could both huddle around for warmth. The prospect of being near a source of heat brought a happy smile to the Shaman's face, and his feet carried him all the faster to keep up with the Assassin ahead of him.
"Wait... Do you see that?" Sparrow stopped for a moment, his eyes staring across at the opening that was mere metres away from them now. "Dorian, there's a light coming from the cave," he warned, causing the Shaman to quickly rush up to stand with the burly man and look in; sure enough, through the biting winds, there could be seen a small source of light within the dark of the cave. "Well," he began, gesturing for the Assassin to be ready. "Looks like we weren't the only ones who saw this place." His hand moved down to the longsword strapped to his belt, grasping his digits around the hilt and clicking it up slightly, the first few inches of the blade peaking out over the top of the sheath.
Stepping in front of the lower levelled Adventurer who had travelled with him this far, Dorian began approaching the cave, and with anticipation and adrenaline coursing through his body, he stepped into it's mouth, quickly feeling the rush of the wind dissipate as he was removed from it. With his vision no longer impaired, he could see the entirety of the cave itself; it was a modest size, probably used by a bear or a small dragon before either the animal died or moved on to warmer pastures. The walls formed a sort of dome-like structure, rocky outcroppings that built up slowly from the floor to curve towards the ceiling, with several stalactites forming off of the roof to create pointed spears of ice that seemed threateningly unstable...
But most interesting of all in the cave, Dorian's attention was quickly grabbed by the presence of a young woman in the centre of the cave, huddled in ragged bands of cloth, the warmth of her rather measly and ill-made fire keeping her just warm enough that she wouldn't die of hypothermia, but alas, the girl was fast asleep, and would not notice that the flames were dying rather quickly due to the cold from outside; some of the wind was managing to leak inside the cave, drawing away and slowly snuffing out the heat of the fire. "Sparrow, it's okay... She's harmless for now, and it looks like she could use our help," he finally called back to his companion, trying to do so out of the cave so his voice didn't echo and wake the girl up.
The burly Assassin quickly entered, curiosity no doubt grabbing him when he heard mention of a woman in the cave. He had quite the same reaction of surprise Dorian had garnered at the flames dying away, and with haste Sparrow retrieved a set of tools from his inventory. "I'll get this fire going properly, you tend to the girl Mr. Shaman," he ordered, crouching down by the embers of the maiden's camp and gathering together what wood he had gathered before trekking up here. Dorian watched the Assassin do his thing for a few seconds before turning to face the girl, approaching quietly, his longsword returning back to a completely sheathed state as he released it from his grasp. "Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully to himself, going down on one knee beside the sleeping beauty.
Pressing his digits to the skin of her neck, he could feel the slow thrum of her pulse; despite her ragged breathing and pale complexion from losing heat in her body, she was still alive and kicking, but unless they brought her back to a warmer state, she would likely not survive much longer. But then... would that be an issue? After all, she could be an Adventurer, so death is rather meaningless... But still, Dorian didn't want to be the one to just leave her to die. Opening his interface, he checked her vitals through his digital screen, examining her player stats; she was indeed an Adventurer, and an experienced one at that. Where Sparrow had read as only level thirty, this woman was twenty levels his elder, a Samurai according to her player card. Dorian glanced toward her name, which read as 'Svetlana'. Exotic indeed.
Her appearance was well designed, given the character creator that came with Elder Tale; a Wolf Fang, as it would seem, with a ragged mane of pink hair that did not hide the pronged canine ears that peeked over the top of her locks. Her face was mature, clearly created to show off an older visage with features that gave off a vibe of something like twenty years of age, somewhere around Dorian's own life experience. The rest of her body was wrapped in cloth armour, kept tightly clinging to her form that was curvaceous in many different places. She was certainly a beautiful girl, but right now there were more pressing matters to attend to than Svetlana's appearance. Dorian quickly got to work using one of his skills, a Healing Prayer, which would bring her body back up to a decent warmth, as well as protect her from the cold with a Shaman barrier; that would give Sparrow time to set up the fire.
Notes: Warmth and comfort...
Word Count: 982
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 4:08:57 GMT
| Dorian HP: 100% MP: 85% |
Flames flickered and licked up the air as Sparrow kept it stoked and burning, the warmth and light giving a tender radiance to the cave, livening it up much more than it did previously when they first entered. Despite this, an uncomfortable silence had fallen over the trio, now that Svetlana was wide awake and saying nothing; the three of them sat around the fire, the Assassin keeping it going, the female Samurai sitting with her legs crossed and holding her hands tightly in her lap, and Dorian merely watching the heat of the orange and yellows that danced in front of him. It had been an awkward encounter when Svetlana awoke a few moments earlier, but the Shaman was determined to mend things now that they were all wide-eyed and warm... But first he needed to understand how they had gotten here.
After applying the Healing Prayer to Svetlana and bringing her body back to a decent temperature, Dorian got to work checking the rest of her vitals, just as he knew to from his Shaman experience. With small tensions of magic, he healed any bruises and scrapes that the girl had sustained in what he assumed was her climb to the cave. What got him curious was her lack of belongings; she had no bag, no warm clothing, just the lacklustre cloth armour she kept tightly clasped to her form, huddled for warmth. In her slumber, she seemed to have relaxed as heat returned to her frame, her skin no longer the pale white it had given off when Dorian first began tending to her. "She looks to be recovering, Sparrow," he spoke quietly, alerting the Assassin to his current progress, to which the burly man simply nodded and returned to his fire duties.
The fire began to crackle back into life, and the unavoidable sound of flames burning through wood and sparking of stone caused a stirring of life from Svetlana. In mere seconds, her eyes fluttered open, and she seemed happy to have gotten sleep in that brief moment, before noticing she was no longer alone. "Gyaaa!" A loud squeal of shock and surprise erupted from her lips, as she scurried away from Dorian and Sparrow, leaping up onto her feet; she had surprising energy after having just woken up, but no doubt fear was fuelling her adrenaline levels. "Who are you?!" The Samurai pointed a shaky finger between them both, the colour in her skin quickly fading now that she was away from the flames, but Dorian's barrier was keeping her at a relatively manageable level.
Good one, Aurelia muttered from within the Shaman's mind, causing him to glance away from the situation at hand to quietly whisper hushed commands to his Shikigami; unfortunately, this only fed Svetlana's fear of her predicament, seeing a stranger who had been hovering over her now whispering to himself mysteriously. "S-s-stop that! Tell me who you both are before I s-s-start attacking!" Her attempts at intimidation were rather pointless given her shivered disposition, but she had a surprisingly threatening demeanour despite circumstances. Dorian quickly held his hands out in front of himself to calm the girl, slowly rising to his feet. "There's no need to be ra-..." Svetlana quickly took the outstretched palms as a threat, no doubt assuming him a spell caster readying a spell to defend himself, and she hastily rounded on him, interrupting his words.
"Name! Nothing else, jus-s-st... just tell me your names-s-s." She did her best to keep a stern gaze on them both, mostly focusing on Dorian as she demanded for their names. Lowering his hands, the Shaman complied, glancing over his shoulder to subtly direct the Assassin to keep going with the fire; the burly man was quite shocked at the current situation, unsure what to do, but he got the hint and continued sparking on the wood. "My name is Dorian, and this is Sparrow, we were hiking up the mou-..." He began to explain their presence, when the Samurai quickly stopped him again, anger in her eyes at not being able to control the conversation. "Stop, just your names-s-s-s... Dorian and S-S-Sparrow... No... s-sudde-..." Her voice trailed off, and she suddenly fell to her knees, shivering under her rags of cloth.
Dorian rushed over to help the girl, who was too weak to struggle any longer. "We need to get you by the fire," he said quietly, scooping his arms under her body, one coiled around the underside of her knees and the other under her upper back; with his limbs in place, he lifted her up into a bridal carry, easily moving her back over to the fire and placing her down to lay beside it comfortably. "We're not here to hurt you, we just needed a place to rest from the blizzard before we resume our climb," he hurriedly explained as he saw colour return to her form, the warmth of the flames acting fast. "Just relax and rest, lass, the fire will help you feel better," Sparrow spoke up, the flames now quickly growing back up to a decent size. It was just several moments later that they now sat around that very fire, keeping themselves warm as the cold winds howled outside.
"My apologies for scaring you, Svetlana," Dorian finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence and quickly grabbing the girl's attention as she lifted her head from staring at her lap, locking eyes with the Shaman. "How do you know my na-... Oh, right, your interface," she quickly realised, closing her eyes to release a shaky breath before making her reply. "You certainly gave me a fright, that's for sure, but I shouldn't have reacted so violently," Svetlana retorted, her breathing still giving off a hint of cold, but her skin was no longer pale and freezing, thanks to Dorian's healing and the flames warmth. "Thank you for helping me as you did, the both of you. I doubt I'd have lasted in this cave much longer if you hadn't showed up." For the first time since they had entered the cave and made themselves comfortable, they saw the girl give a smile, reassuringly beaming up at Sparrow and Dorian... a shaky start, but it looked like their rag tag grouping was calm now. Rest would likely be needed soon.
Notes: Cold and scared...
Word Count: 1054
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 5:11:21 GMT
| Dorian HP: 100% MP: 90% |
With the morning sun rising up under the thick cloud cover that blotted the sky, the grey and dull became radiant with oranges and hints of pink and purple, the light playing off and reflecting on the climate to create fantastical colours. The trio had since left the cave after a well rested night, and were now working their way back up the mountain; thankfully, the morning was calm in winds, the cold bite of blizzard not yet building since the night before, but hints in the weather made it certain that the freeze would return by the afternoon. Sparrow suggested they move as quickly as possible, and get as much distance up the mountain as they could; he doubted they'd be lucky enough to find another cave on their way, but fingers were crossed.
Dorian trailed at the back of the pack, Sparrow leading the hike, with Svetlana huddled under the thick cashmere-lining of the Shaman's coat, keeping her at least a little warmer than she had been back in the cave. Occasionally she would glance back over her shoulder at him, giving him wary looks, occasionally catching his eyes and staring into them for a few seconds before her cheeks would warm with red and she would hastily turn her head back to hide the flushed skin. The first time it had happened, his curiosity had gotten the better of him, his mouth moving to speak and ask, "Are you all right, Svetlana? Is the jacket too warm?"
Svetlana squeaked at being caught out, quickly shaking her head and smiling back at him, before bringing up the lining of her cloth armour under the jacket, and wrapping it over her cheeks; to 'protect herself from the cold', no doubt. "Not at all," she quickly exclaimed, tugging the jacket forward to cling to her body and keep her warm. "Just... you know... thinking about the fire." Dorian chuckled under his breath, nodding his head and glancing back down the mountain from whence they came. "Yes, what I wouldn't give to be back in that cave right now," he muttered under his breath, but his words betrayed him, at least in Svetlana's mind, especially after the embarrassing encounter that occurred this morning.
Having made quiet small talk over the fire, Sparrow suggested that the group get rest, electing himself to take first watch and keep the fire going, as he had practice going days without sleep and keeping energy. Dorian was the first to agree, gathering a selection of cloth blankets from his and the burly man's inventory to create a make shift bed, making it large enough for himself and the girl. "Wait... We're not sleeping together, are we?" Svetlana looked up at the Shaman curiously after he made the single, larger bed, but Dorian could not see the qualms, in all his naive gentlemanly politeness. "Just in case the fire goes out, it'll be better to have each other for warmth; body heat is a necessity," he reasoned, pulling the cloth away and helping the hesitant but willing Samurai into the makeshift sleeping arrangement, before climbing in beside her.
With the warmth of the fire and the blankets around him, Dorian found himself falling to slumber quite quickly, his hands placed contently on his chest, one on top of the other. Rustles moved about him in his dreams, but he paid them no mind, assuming Svetlana was perhaps a restless sleeper. It wasn't until he had awoken that he realised what had happened, as his eyes glanced down to see the Samurai had huddled herself into his side, wrapping her limbs around him like a koala and clinging to his body, no doubt attempting to get the very warmth he had suggested they share. Blinking up at the cave ceiling, the Shaman gave a soft cough against his throat, quietly waking the girl up. "Mm... Morni-," Svetlana mumbled as she opened her eyes, before she finally realised what she was doing. "Ah! I'm so sorry!" She flung herself back, away from the man, hurriedly climbing out of the blankets and backing away with a flustered expression.
Staring up at her with wide eyes, Dorian shook his head, giving her a chuckled smile. "It's fine, Svetlana, really... Not like you did anything wrong," he replied, climbing out himself and starting to pack up the blankets. Sparrow wandered over from the mouth of the cave, slapping the two of them on the back with his mighty hands. "Well now, you too slept quite well, didn't you?" Not helping, Assassin. Nevertheless, the trio got themselves ready, put out their fire, and were hurried out of the cave and onto the trail up the mountain, Svetlana lingering along with them before reluctantly opting to join their journey; Dorian insisted she didn't need to come with, but it seemed the Samurai was curious about this self-reflective climb, and so it was settled, the three of them climbing together as a group.
As Dorian remained oblivious to the girl's embarrassment over that morning, the trio made considerable distance up the mountain before the blizzard picked up, the wind covering their vision and blocking out much of the sun's light. But, Sparrow was beginning to get nervous ahead of them, and he kept talking about 'noises up ahead, like growling or scuffled movement'. They were not alone up in these mountains, and as the blizzard got tougher and tougher, Sparrow suddenly stopped the group in their tracks. "There!" His thick index finger pointed straight up ahead, at the top of the path they were climbing on, drawing Svetlana and Dorian's attentions to a large dark creature that waited for them in the cold, it's eyes piercing and angry. "I think we may have made an enemy," the Assassin cautioned, and as if on cue, the creature lifted it's head and gave an almighty roar; the monster had the silhouette of a large bear, and with ferocious speed and strength, it began bounding down the mountain towards them.
Notes: Shadows after morning...
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