Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141121022248

The moment Kasra was able to walk and Ranwulf had made sure they weren't leaving anything behind, the group set out of Sancre Tor. When they stepped outside, they were all happy to find that the snowstorm had ceased, although the sky oer the Jeralls was still an oppressive shade of grey. Furthermore, the blizzard had made the already thick blanket of snow that covered the ground even taller, so much that it didn't seem they'd be able to make it out the door without getting snow in their boots. Still, after that encounter with the skeletons, no one really wanted to slip back in the door and stay the rest of the day in the ruins of the Alessian stronghold, so Ranwulf led them onwards.

They trudged ahead towards the Pale Pass, stopping occasionally when Ranwulf or Veranwen needed to take a moment to get a good look at the rough terrain ahead. Every once in a while, one of the members of the group would turn their attention back to the path they had just walked, and sometimes they would swear to see something, but each time they turned back to look, they would find nothing but oddly-shaped indentations in the snow. They looked something like mammoth's tracks, as they were wide and flat, but they were much shallower and nearly impossible to see in the snow, especially when the wind blew the pale carpet around, obscuring practically all of the strange tracks. But with nothing to attack (for even Lorcan's sharp sense of smell could not get anything other than the scent of dried blood and sweat from his comrades, as he was up-wind of anything pursuing them), they were forced to press on.

Soon, they reached the landmark known as Dragonclaw Rock, which signified they were close to their destination. However, there was something very wrong. It was dead silent. Not even the birds sung in the trees, as if out of fear for some unseen threat. But the group still saw nothing.

"Something's wrong here," Ranwulf frowned, looking about nervously with his sword in hand as they stopped just before the Rock. "It's too quiet. I can't hear anything but the wind and our own footsteps. There should be mountain goats or at least birds," he noted, taking a moment to scan the path ahead. He came up with nothing. "Anyone see anything?"