Prolouge
The sound of the bellowing beast echoed even through the ear shattering roar of the collapsing rock and the slide of falling snow and ice. Jobe winced as the wire of a tripcaster bit deep into his forearm causing a large flow of blood to slowly soak the leather tunic he wore under his furs. From this a growl of pain came from past his lips as he held onto the strap of the young fair haired woman's harness. Her howls of pain becoming more and more audible as the sound of the avalanche subsided.
He let out a few long breaths, the clouds of vapor rolling past his lips and were lost in the white haze of the clouds of ice. Shards of ice within the cloud burned the areas on either side of his head that had been shaved down. His lungs burnt from the sheer exertion on his part, in the sudden panic and chaos of what had occurred he hadn't realized just how much he nearly panicked. He closed his eyes and looked down as he grunted, the woman's hands were now covered in blood as she held them to her face, both coated in deeply red strands of blood that fell off her hands and face as they swung back and forth. She continued to howl wildly, her legs kicking slightly. "Rikke! Rikke you must calm yourself!" He cried down to her.
Jobe let out a grunt as the cable continued to bite deeper into his flesh. He wondered if any of the other prospective braves were still alive, had they all died? He'd seen at least two that were undoubtedly gone, both caught within the first volley of the cyan bolts the great war beast had unleashed upon them. He wondered if it was even safe to yell out, the risk of causing another avalanche flashed across his thoughts, a second would kill them both to be sure. His thoughts came to the conclusion soon after that if he did nothing, there and now, Rikke would die most certainly, he very likely.
"Hello!? Sona! Nima! We are still alive! Help us, great mother if you can hear us, please! Please help us!" He shouted with as much of a voice he could muster. His voice echoed off the walls of the ridge loudly enough that if any still survived, they would hear him, at least it was his hope. He looked down once more at the ailing woman "Don't give up on me Rikke, you are Nora! It is not yet your time to be with the great mother." He grunted as again the cable tore into his flesh a bit deeper with a pop. Jobe growled with pain as he listed the the cries of panic and pain slow into hefty breathes and loud sobs.
Jobe let out a sigh as he felt the kicking below him stop. The fair haired woman simply hung there, panting, sobbing, still clutching her face. The young raven haired man winced as the muscles in his arms that grasped Rikke started to cramp. He pulled a bit to loop his fingers a bit deeper into the strap. "Great Mother, please.." He let his voice out in a private tone "..not like this, please not like this." he let out a huff and turned towards where he knew the heart of the mountain was. A soft tone came from his lips. "..please."