11-25-2014, 12:50 AM
For most it probably would have been an absolutely nerve wracking experience, having to traverse this great sea of glaciers, bergs and fragile sheets of ice. For most it would have been fit to give them PTSD, nightmares, or nervous fits for ages, it wasn't exactly an easy task after all. For the Chosen Undead, it was just business as usual. Oh it was harrowing that was sure, he felt his still, barely beating heart leap into his withered husk of a throat every time he slipped and fell, clinging to a block of ice by only the grip of his hands, a tentative grip at best. He felt a sickening lurch every time he leaped and then skidded, scrabbling to keep from slipping off the other side and plunging into icy water, or cracking through thin ice. Yet...well he'd been facing such dangers and in some cases worse for the past few weeks, and he was pretty sure from his fragmented memories that Astora hadn't been that much safer. So all in all he was...well honestly pretty jaded. It was harrowing, dangerous and death was just waiting for a slight mistake to grip and claim him, but what else was new? So he kept on going. He climbed up glaciers, slid down to leap onto small blocks of ice, he carefully and slowly walked his way across long, thin stretches of ice, and slowly moved closer, all while the blizzard howled and tugged at his clothing, just making his journey that much more difficult and perilous.
Yet, slowly the mountains drew closer, until he could see their massive, reaching peaks even through the swirling, vision clouding force of the snow hurled about by the deadly blizzard. He drew closer and closer, the Chosen successfully navigating these perils, and it was about time he pulled off something without dying...okay that wasn't quite fair. He had navigated a couple of things in his career without dying, the Kiln of the First Flame came to mind and that place had been covered in greasy, slippery ashes! Then, at last, after hours of working, hours of carefully traversing ice and more ice, he arrived. His foot touched down and crunched into snow, but beneath it was hard, solid rock, it had a totally different feel to it than solid ice. He was triumphant once again! Sometimes he wondered if he would have been able to do half the things he did if he wasn't a tireless, sleepless, foodless undead who could survive things without flinching that would utterly kill normal humans. Ah well that was thought for people of a more philosophical bent, he had mountains to explore, and with no more frozen depths to threaten him with a terrible drowning death! So, he headed off, drawing his sword as he marched up into the foothills, because he had gone too long without seeing a threat, so that probably meant about twenty thousand creatures were about to ambush him.
Yet, slowly the mountains drew closer, until he could see their massive, reaching peaks even through the swirling, vision clouding force of the snow hurled about by the deadly blizzard. He drew closer and closer, the Chosen successfully navigating these perils, and it was about time he pulled off something without dying...okay that wasn't quite fair. He had navigated a couple of things in his career without dying, the Kiln of the First Flame came to mind and that place had been covered in greasy, slippery ashes! Then, at last, after hours of working, hours of carefully traversing ice and more ice, he arrived. His foot touched down and crunched into snow, but beneath it was hard, solid rock, it had a totally different feel to it than solid ice. He was triumphant once again! Sometimes he wondered if he would have been able to do half the things he did if he wasn't a tireless, sleepless, foodless undead who could survive things without flinching that would utterly kill normal humans. Ah well that was thought for people of a more philosophical bent, he had mountains to explore, and with no more frozen depths to threaten him with a terrible drowning death! So, he headed off, drawing his sword as he marched up into the foothills, because he had gone too long without seeing a threat, so that probably meant about twenty thousand creatures were about to ambush him.