11-26-2014, 04:34 PM
The mountains were a far more pleasant bit of terrain than the icy, frozen ocean that he had just traversed. The ground was more stable, there were better handholds, if he slipped and fell he'd just slide around and maybe fall down a small chasm rather than plunging through brittle ice and drowning in freezing cold water...well the place still wasn't safe, it wasn't safe by any stretch of the imagination, but it was safer. For what that was worth at least. Still it was rather invigorating, the air was crisp, and rocks, cliffs, and mountainsides often provided some shelter, albeit temporary, from the whirling, rushing blizzards. So far though he hadn't seen much of...well anything, the place was eerily empty, nothing but the Chosen Undead, the rock, the ice, and the whirling, whipping winds. He knew there had to be something in this place, something somewhere, whether it be dragon, human, giant or lord, he just had to find it, and so he kept going. He wasn't worried about food or shelter, as long as he could just find a small little cleft between rocks, or a small little chasm with a ledge, his undead form could get all the rest and relaxation it actually needed, which wasn't much. It was far from comfortable, but it was workable.
Hours passed, he had been traveling for a good four or five hours by his reckoning, although to be honest he couldn't be exactly sure, it was just his best guess, for all he knew he'd been moving through the mountains for two hours or two days...okay well he would notice if night fell, he was sure of that. Night had not fallen, ergo it hadn't been a full day, he knew that much at least. So he kept traveling, for the most part he kept low. He moved between the mountains, going along the shallow slopes and valleys, very, very small valleys, that went through the bottoms of the mountains. At times he went through narrow cliff walls, and at times things were almost pleasant, snow drowned forestry. It was a beautiful and tranquil thing at times, and he found himself actually relaxing, they were the first moments of true tranquility and relaxation in what felt like forever, what seemed like an eternity. He was rather enjoying his time in these mountains, so quiet, so peaceful...and then the boulders started to fall.
Hours passed, he had been traveling for a good four or five hours by his reckoning, although to be honest he couldn't be exactly sure, it was just his best guess, for all he knew he'd been moving through the mountains for two hours or two days...okay well he would notice if night fell, he was sure of that. Night had not fallen, ergo it hadn't been a full day, he knew that much at least. So he kept traveling, for the most part he kept low. He moved between the mountains, going along the shallow slopes and valleys, very, very small valleys, that went through the bottoms of the mountains. At times he went through narrow cliff walls, and at times things were almost pleasant, snow drowned forestry. It was a beautiful and tranquil thing at times, and he found himself actually relaxing, they were the first moments of true tranquility and relaxation in what felt like forever, what seemed like an eternity. He was rather enjoying his time in these mountains, so quiet, so peaceful...and then the boulders started to fall.