~ Dogter was in the encampment: odinphan, surrounded by a wooden fence. There was many at the encampment, the preparing and the passing through. Dogter was prepared, prepared for an adventure, to the journey into the unknown. A journey of many possible outcomes. Dogter left the encampment, the encampment that was near Dogter's hometown.
~ The wooden gate swung shut, Dogter started his adventure. As he walked away the wind picked up, the snow drifted around his legs. The snow was as white as paper, as soft as moon sugar.
~ The trees waved from side to side, the trunks were now covered in snow. No longer as brown as mud, but as white as paper.
~ Dogter was now out of sight of the encampment. He couldn't go back now. He didn't want to back. He didn't, but walked on, on his adventure.
~ Dogter continued to walk down the cobblestone path. He took a left, then a right. Up a hill, then back down the other side.
~ Dogter was now at a long straight section where the end was thither than the horizon. The locals call this section the grey mile. Although it was half a mile and for now at least white not grey as it was covered in snow.
~ A large mountain was to his right, the highest mountain around him. Not just the highest mountain around him but also the highest mountain in Risen. Its peak unseen. Its bottom to wide to see all of it. Its name: the Peak. Yes, just simply, the peak Dogma tries to get to the top sometimes, he's been close once before. But the mist is dark. Too dark to see. Even with a touch, and the mountain is too tall to climb in the day, the journey is just too long. Stopping to rest is also no option. As the wind is so great that all rubble will either get blown away or bashed about so much that it gets fully destroyed. enough
~ A noise attacked the background; it was too faint to hear what is was, but it got louder and faster, and then a figure merged from the background. The figure came closer, the noise louder, the noise travelled along with the figure as it came closer. The figure started to merge into a definite shape, it was a horse. The noise fitted with its movements. The horse was heading for Dogter, probably to the encampment, but there was no telling of this.
~ The horse road by. He and his rider brushed though the snow as it fell. The horse slowed down as it passed Dogter. It stopped near some rocks. The rider got off his horse and approached Dogter. He was a courier as his horse and himself had a load of letters and other loot scattered around there bodies. The horse watched the courier. The rider picked up a parchment note of the floor, brushed the snow of it and gave it to Dogter.
"I believe you dropped this" spoke the courier.
Before Dogter had a chance to speak the courier was back on his horse and riding away towards the encampment.
~ Dogter looked down at the note, it was folded in half. Dogter unfolded the note, it was blank. Dogter always knows how spare pieces of parchment comes in handy so he putted it in his inventory and carried on walking towards the end of the grey mile.
~ The sun was now just above the horizon, rising up in the sky. It would soon be midday again, then afternoon, then night.
~ Dogter likes to think a lot on his travels, you know when he is walking around and has nothing better to do. Dogter thought that if he bought a horse in the next village he will be able to explore more and rest less.
~ The next village on his travels was Stonesburg, the place of stone and, not much else. Its wall are made out of stone, it buildings are made out of stone, even the people are made out of stone. No not really but they are stone statues of fellow heroes and former Orphans's to the thrown along with their faithful odin's. there was also a team of climbers, miners, blacksmiths and those people who make ladders and rope and siege, that are climbing, mining and building their way up to the top of the Peak, They must be about half way up now. Dogter would have liked to join then but he was in a spot of bother at Jacob's Jarvis when the journey started.
