A cold wind ran down my neck as i trudged through the pass connecting Coldridge Valley and Karanos. Not even my thick leather boots protected my feet against the frigid snow. My face was filled with a cold rime which engulfed all of Dun Morogh. Ice covered my unprotected sword and gave it a mirror like gleam. As i reached the end of the pass i heard the sharp noise of a iron weapon being unsheathed, i turned and impulsively drew my large hand and half sword, nothing, nothing was there but the long winding pass leading up to Coldridge. It had snowed so hard that even the fooprints left behind by my large feet were buried under a blanket of snow, then all of a sudden i felt a sharp pain like an enormous needle digging its way into my back...
Cold. Thats all that i felt. Cold.
I guess my past finally caught up with me.
No comments:
Post a Comment