The Trail

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

A harsh, cold wind howled, breaking the dark silence through the icy island to the east of the Dwarf lands. Pine trees seemed to shiver as the wind tore through their boughs, ice gathering on their trunks. It was a particularly chilly night, accompanied with a storm. Through the darkness, a man wrapped in furs and jackets trudged on slowly.

 

Glyn Bedevere, an Adunian, made his way out from the forests, marching grudgingly through the drafts of snow that were coming down from this hellish storm. Cold to the bone, despite all of his furs, he shivered, moving past the treeline. Squinting, he peered outward. Nothing but white, all white - except... There it was, he could see the dark outline of the sea to the west. It gave him a spark of hope, as he knew he could escape from this frozen land. He moved quicker, now in a jog, towards his boat.

 

As he neared the sea, he could hear the crashing waves, this storm had unsettled the ocean. Still, he had to get back to the Adunian camp. It took him a while, but he found his rowboat. Struggling, he pushed it outwards into the water, sliding it through a few feet of mud. Quickly he leaped in, grabbing a wooden oar. With a few strokes, he struggled to make it through a few feet of the water. Much to his discontent, he could feel the boat moving out of his control, his fate left to the tempest.

 

Shouting curses and rowing, he felt his boat spinning... The snow was bitter, thin, and freezing and stung his face. Yelling in frustration, he closed his eyes and muttered a prayer. When he opened them again, he saw that he was a way off shore. The rocky beach was a hundred or so feet out, and he could barely see anything... Just white. Only white. Except... A massive black shape was out there, broad and bold. The falling snow made it hard to see, but it was there. A great black shape, moving. Glyn's ears perked as the wind whistled on, though now it was accompanied by a strange sound... A cracking noise? It was hard to tell. Maybe a shout? A... No, it was a roar.

 

Now, he could see nothing. Nothing but the snow.

 

 

The island was not as empty as he thought it was. By the time Glyn had made it back to the Dwarven lands, he was silenced with deep thought. This island the Adunians were to call home... What beast lived on it?

 

OOC: This is gonna be an ongoing story/event line for the Adunians, if you're part of us keep an eye on it! Hopefully it's an enjoyable read.

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Reserved.

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

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[Dohvi 622]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.