Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-12599067-20140214005517

The group gradually made their way up the winding mountain path, although their progress was slowed by the heavy rains, which had weathered the earth and turned the dirt path into a muddy trail that caught on their boots and hindered their ascent at every turn. The fact that no necromancers challenged their ascent worried Jack, because if they weren't attempting to stop them now, that meant they were waiting within the Barrow. He attempted to banish the thought of being cornered by the foul conjurers by focusing on the road as they walked.

At long last, they reached the highest summits of the Dragontails. The yawning mouth of a great cave led into the shadowy depths of the mountain on which they stood, with the cold mountain wind rushing into the maw of the cavern and sending a cold shiver down Makoru's back. They now stood on the threshold of Mannimarco's lair, and this would likely be their last chance to stop the King of Worms from rising. He hoped that they would make it to the heart out the mountain in time.