Legacy of Blood (main thread)
Chapter 1: Into the White
I saw how the fine form of man was degraded and wasted; I beheld the corruption of death succeed to the blooming cheek of life; I saw how the worm inherited the wonders of the eye and brain. Klara paused, examining and analyzing all the minutia of causation...until from the midst of this darkness a sudden darkness broke in upon her - a realization so brilliant and wondrous, yet so simple...
She was lost and alone. Far from Schloss Mordenheim, she couldn't tell east from north from west from south. A blinding sea of white surrounded her, blasting her relentlessly for hours now. Klara was hip deep in snow, atop the icy Sleeping Beast Mountains of Lamordia, the winds whistling and howling in a battering, frigid snow blizzard. Sight was impossible, except for a few feet when she was shielded by the robust stands of hardwood pines that mantled the mountains, coated in ice and snow, battered but standing like sentinels of ice at the edge of sheer cliffs. Klara had lost her last companion, Ivan, an hour ago. Others had gotten separated early in the blizzard. Klara had heard Ivan yell as he fell out of sight through a snowdrift that had settled atop a cliff along the Sleeping Beast, the mountain chain named such because it was a long, narrow and jagged spine twisted like the backbone of a great, sleeping, one hundred mile long dragon. It also served as a barrier, separating the realms of Lamordia and Falkovnia. By the time Klara had heard Ivan’s call, he was gone, into the white.
She was growing cold. Her armor was already iced over. She couldn’t feel her toes or fingers. But her heart beat strong. Its heart beat strong.
If she stopped moving she would die of hypothermia, she realized, especially once night set in, only a few hours away. She took several more lumbering, slow, steps through the deep snow and blinding ice winds, and came behind a silver fir. The copse of firs she came into shielded her from the worst of the flying sleet relentlessly slung into her face and eyes. The interior of the copse was clear of trees, yet still the snow was deep and the wind roared. She tread there to think and rest for a moment...and heard a deep, low growl coming from behind her...
Endurance check 12. no effect.
You are in Difficult Terrain inside the copse of trees, from the 3-foot depth of snow.
Last edited by Bong Bellowsmoke; 07-06-2013 at 08:03 PM.
The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.