06-19-2017, 12:08 AM
As the three liberators rode the slopes, closing the distance to the sinister Ski-Lodge, details began to emerge, no longer obscured by distance and haze. The compound was composed of a group of four buildings, all constructed from felled and varnished tree-trunks in faux log-cabin style. Three smaller cabins surrounded a larger central lodge, four stories tall with enormous picture-windows facing down-slope. A ski-lift snaked upward, through a cluster of pines, finally terminating above the treeline, beside the cable-car dock towards which Keldor was making his gleeful slide.
It would have been picturesque if not for the monsters. half-a-dozen yeti's rode the ski-lift, weaving back down the mountainside on snowboards with varying degrees of success. Half-frozen zombies leaking clouds of gold-flecked darkness from their pale, breathless faces shambled between the cabins wearing designer winter gear in bright neon colors. A cyborg wearing a beaverskin hat, the metallic half of his body bonded to a bright red snowmobile, ripped back and forth across the off-color powder, cackling madly and firing a plasma-cannon seeming at random into the air. Birdlike white shapes, the size of a man, roosted in the eaves of the cabins.
Still, in spite of the strangeness and the chaos, there was a rhythm of industry to it. Some of the zombies pushed handcarts, mounted on skis. When the yetis road the ski-lift, they carried velvet sacks which were mysteriously absent when they came back down.
Near the cable-dock, something glittered.
Unfortunately, all of this was happening on the other side of a ravine. The crimson haze in the air, and the white-on-white lack of contrast made judging such things difficult, but the lodge lay on the side of an adjoining mountain - and the slope which Weiss and Kopaka rode was coming to an abrupt end, leaving some hundred meters of empty space yet to be crossed.
Keldor was well on his way, and the Toa of Ice had bought himself a moment, but with an avalanche at her back and an unknown drop in front of her, Weiss was running out of time.
TriKy FLipZ pulled his face out of the snow, beat his chest, and roared.
It would have been picturesque if not for the monsters. half-a-dozen yeti's rode the ski-lift, weaving back down the mountainside on snowboards with varying degrees of success. Half-frozen zombies leaking clouds of gold-flecked darkness from their pale, breathless faces shambled between the cabins wearing designer winter gear in bright neon colors. A cyborg wearing a beaverskin hat, the metallic half of his body bonded to a bright red snowmobile, ripped back and forth across the off-color powder, cackling madly and firing a plasma-cannon seeming at random into the air. Birdlike white shapes, the size of a man, roosted in the eaves of the cabins.
Still, in spite of the strangeness and the chaos, there was a rhythm of industry to it. Some of the zombies pushed handcarts, mounted on skis. When the yetis road the ski-lift, they carried velvet sacks which were mysteriously absent when they came back down.
Near the cable-dock, something glittered.
Unfortunately, all of this was happening on the other side of a ravine. The crimson haze in the air, and the white-on-white lack of contrast made judging such things difficult, but the lodge lay on the side of an adjoining mountain - and the slope which Weiss and Kopaka rode was coming to an abrupt end, leaving some hundred meters of empty space yet to be crossed.
Keldor was well on his way, and the Toa of Ice had bought himself a moment, but with an avalanche at her back and an unknown drop in front of her, Weiss was running out of time.
TriKy FLipZ pulled his face out of the snow, beat his chest, and roared.
Quote:Time to get dangerous. The ski lodge headquarters of the frozen fields is just ahead, with one last obstacle to get past to reach it.
3 damage sustained all around.
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