Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20140928225929

The wind was strong here.

He had tracked the end of his quest to the location that lies ahead, based rumors, and ghost stories.

A mountain, in a nearly inaccessible region of High Rock.

It had been a long leg of a long jouney, up this mountain, but, it would soon be over.

The rumors were true, the sky turned green and murky, the land took on a strange geometery, but the wind persisted.

Apocrypha.

It could not be explained by the likes of mortals, why the land did this here, nor had any mortal tried.

He neared the peak, and stared up, into the writhing void, that lacked shape or definition. It lacked even emptiness.

Yet, it still stared back.

Now was his chance. Hermaeus Mora would assuredly strike a deal with him. Any consequences would be accepted.

His quest that had kept him awake every night, for as long as he could recall, may finally come to an end.

He wanted:

A. Immortality

B. Death

C. His Family 