Northern Tundra
Magrin Kor | Brenna
A storm was coming, an unnatural one.
Kol could see it in the clouds, recognized the signs of it. The wings of Frost Wyrms were said to be the cause of all Blizzards in the Tundra, but Kol knew that not to be true.
The storms caused by the great Wyrms were not natural things, they were far worse. Twice in his life he had experienced their touch, and twice in his life he had felt his flesh slough slowly from his skin. The pain had been excruciating, the cold nearly claiming him after only a few minutes of walking. He remembered those well, and when he looked upon the clouds around the mountains he recognized them.
"Is this my death?" The Sorcerer asked one of the grins which hung around his head, it's wide chesire expression only growing.
No whispers came to him, no answer to be found.
His fingers tightened for a moment, closing into a fist before slowly folding open once again. In his palm there was a pale light, a bright glow that burned more intensely than any fire. Kol found himself nearly blinded by it's light. "If they will not see me through this storm, then you will."
Kol said to the little light as he closed his palm and continued to trudge forward.
The future awaited upon that mountain, and he would seize it.
Magrin Kor | Brenna
A storm was coming, an unnatural one.
Kol could see it in the clouds, recognized the signs of it. The wings of Frost Wyrms were said to be the cause of all Blizzards in the Tundra, but Kol knew that not to be true.
The storms caused by the great Wyrms were not natural things, they were far worse. Twice in his life he had experienced their touch, and twice in his life he had felt his flesh slough slowly from his skin. The pain had been excruciating, the cold nearly claiming him after only a few minutes of walking. He remembered those well, and when he looked upon the clouds around the mountains he recognized them.
"Is this my death?" The Sorcerer asked one of the grins which hung around his head, it's wide chesire expression only growing.
No whispers came to him, no answer to be found.
His fingers tightened for a moment, closing into a fist before slowly folding open once again. In his palm there was a pale light, a bright glow that burned more intensely than any fire. Kol found himself nearly blinded by it's light. "If they will not see me through this storm, then you will."
Kol said to the little light as he closed his palm and continued to trudge forward.
The future awaited upon that mountain, and he would seize it.