Moutain Path

[Aranor]

A steep path winds it's way up through the nearly impassible mountains, often trailing away intom smaller paths and tracks, usually leading to nothing but a dead end. Although the lower slopes of the mountain might be green, as the path assends, the area becomes more hostile, trees not strong survive the biting cold, roots not hardy enough to permiate the hard rock that covers the upper slopes.

Even in summer, the caps of the mountains gleam white, and some of the smaller trails will take you up to the little snow that shelters above, usually surrounded by a tumult of waterfalls.

[Kiera]

Kiera shivered as she paused for a minute catching her breath, it wasnt just the cold here that made her shiver it was a feeling in general the entire area seemed hostile to her kind, indeed to any kind. Shaking her head she pushed on up the steep path often branching off onto smaller ones and having to clamber around broken boulders and rock slides blocking the path. Once at the top she closed her eyes why had she come up here? For years she had purposely avoided this place so why now did she feel the need to put herself through this?

Looking out over the landscape she waited as the mist that had lain heavy on her climb cleared and she was able to look down to the deep valley beyond, the valley that held Dagon Ur the Dark Elves home, a place where she knew she would not be welcomed with open arms but still had no fear of treading, the certainty that no matter what Tullaris or anyone said ancient law although currently unwritten gave her the assurance that this was still her land and as such the spirits here would offer her assistance if she needed it. Her eyes roamed the landscape finally settling on the Citadael that as far as she knew was still home to the Dark Eleven War Lord and had once been her prison.

Many years ago she had heard rumors that Nikiro had left Tullaris so she could raise tulrio in a safe place how true this was she did not know but the thought of coming face to face with any of them again sent cold shivers down her spine. Smoke rose gently from one or two of the houses on the slopes below and she sighed.

"It could have all been so different!" the words drifted high in the air and seemed to hang before fading a shaft of sunlight broke the clouds above and illuminated the valley below Kiera smiled slightly she could see how this would appeal as home to these people, so protected were they by just the presence of the Citadael. She stiffened as a lone howl filled the air and she scanned around her quickly then laighed at her foolishness nothing had been heard of Tullaris's hell hounds for many years and she doubted they would still be around. Still she decided that perhaps standinga round here wasnt such a good idea after all, she was torn between moving down the slope to the valley beyond or returning to chepi. Her eyes once again settled on the Citadael in all its cold stony presence and her mind was amde up for her she turned again moving swiftly surefooted as a goat made her way back down into her own homelands of Chepi.