Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30797179-20161221224412

A horrible blizzard rushed over the slim mountain pass. The wind howled as the bitter cold pierced Valyn’s fur armour. The wind blew snow right into the faces of the small band, who trekked over the Jerall mountains in a single file. Valyn could barely see the leader, Rythus, who was little more than 8 feet ahead of him. Their path was little more than a slim trail, hugging the side of a mountain, steadily ascending through a sharp valley. Valyn took large steps, his feet fit well into Rythus’s footprints. He could barely hear himself breath with the howling wind. Lilanthis and Nykos were behind him. The trail seemed to go on forever, likewise the storm. The path then sharply dug into a small gulley in the mountain, he could see that it would make a decent shelter, luckily, he thought, Rythus must have thought the same thing as he came to a halt. Rythus turned around to see all five companions behind him. Valyn looked up at his face, all he could see was his dark purple skin and dark eyes looking through a slit in his hood. Rythus pointed to the small opening of the cave. As soon as he stepped in he felt better, the howling wind was no longer tearing at his skin. His companion’s all stepped in, pulling down their hoods, revealing their purple complexions, a further reminder that Valyn was different. He was the only Nord in the group, the rest made up of Dark Elves from the east.  