The winds seemed to howl in a particularly fierce way as a figure made their way up the mountain, barely visible through the thick veil of the snow caused by the blizzard. They were clad in an almost comical amount of fur cloaks, to the point where they could easily be mistaken for some sort of mountain beast at a distance; any human features blanketed by the thick veil of snow tinted fur. Of course, even with all of that it was clear to see that they weren't faring very well; if the intense shivering and shaking was anything to go off of.
Well at least, that's the conclusion most sane people would come to considering the environment. The real reason for the shaking was actually excitement, excitement to the degree that it became literally visible. The woman underneath all that mess of animal fur was quite literally bouncing on her toes as she made her way up the mountain, the prospect of not only seeing a mega castle on a mountain; but also getting to live there being just a bit too much to handle. Well...she hoped anyway, if denied she could probably just like...live in their basement or something.
Did a castle even have a basement? Or was it more of a dungeon type situation? Oh what if they kept prisoners in there? That'd be pretty awesome...Questions for later! For now she had to figure out where she was exactly.
She had a general route planned when she arrived at the settlement but...after 'borrowing' more than a few cloaks and running off, the blizzard hit and she ended up sort of stranded. She figured is she kept going 'up' she'd see something eventually, but no dice on that front so far. She knew what to look for, what with the guildhall of Errings Rising being as infamous as it was; the problem was well...finding it. Eh, it was fine - if she kept going she was sure she'd find something.
Of course, it was upon that exact thought that something did decide to appear...multiple somethings at that. Wolves, and more than a few too; gleaming red eyes being the only noticeable feature as their stark white coats seemed to blend with the background - slowly forming a circle around the woman as low growls slipped past their maw. "U-uhm, nice wolves.." There was a twang of nervousness to her voice as she fumbled through the numerous cloaks draped over her shoulders, trying her best to find a knife or tool she could use. The rather clunky choice of clothing would make it a bit hard to cast magic, and it's not like she could run. Her only real options right now were to hope there was something left by the settlers or just duke it out with her fists.
Although that latter option did sound pretty awesome now that she thought about it..
WC: 488
Well at least, that's the conclusion most sane people would come to considering the environment. The real reason for the shaking was actually excitement, excitement to the degree that it became literally visible. The woman underneath all that mess of animal fur was quite literally bouncing on her toes as she made her way up the mountain, the prospect of not only seeing a mega castle on a mountain; but also getting to live there being just a bit too much to handle. Well...she hoped anyway, if denied she could probably just like...live in their basement or something.
Did a castle even have a basement? Or was it more of a dungeon type situation? Oh what if they kept prisoners in there? That'd be pretty awesome...Questions for later! For now she had to figure out where she was exactly.
She had a general route planned when she arrived at the settlement but...after 'borrowing' more than a few cloaks and running off, the blizzard hit and she ended up sort of stranded. She figured is she kept going 'up' she'd see something eventually, but no dice on that front so far. She knew what to look for, what with the guildhall of Errings Rising being as infamous as it was; the problem was well...finding it. Eh, it was fine - if she kept going she was sure she'd find something.
Of course, it was upon that exact thought that something did decide to appear...multiple somethings at that. Wolves, and more than a few too; gleaming red eyes being the only noticeable feature as their stark white coats seemed to blend with the background - slowly forming a circle around the woman as low growls slipped past their maw. "U-uhm, nice wolves.." There was a twang of nervousness to her voice as she fumbled through the numerous cloaks draped over her shoulders, trying her best to find a knife or tool she could use. The rather clunky choice of clothing would make it a bit hard to cast magic, and it's not like she could run. Her only real options right now were to hope there was something left by the settlers or just duke it out with her fists.
Although that latter option did sound pretty awesome now that she thought about it..
WC: 488
