Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170624051800

'Yes, listen to me.' Azarias says dryly, before he whistles again, urging the horses into a short trot.

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Several hours later, the Ardensfell loom above them, grey and menacing. No forests or greenery dot the slopes; only bare stone, impassable crag, and treacherous cliff before finally steeply sloping up to white eversnow. A narrow defile runs into the valley between the first two peaks, stretching up from the road.

'I'm afraid we must push through,' Azarias says, urging his horse forward a bit. 'To go around would take days, and spending the night in the open is something I can guarantee will end badly.'

That said, he looks at them.

'However, I'm all for suggestions.'