The pristine white snow fell in fat wet snowflakes in the frigid air of the mountains. The aptly named Snowflake Mountains were treacherous and frigid often becoming too cold for even the hardiest adventurer. They stretched from the northern borders of Shilmista Forest to the cold waters of Impresk Lake and the small shantytown of Carradoon. The peaks spiraled up gracefully to reach the night sky like fragile minarets. But, no matter how high they strived to be they could never meet the towering height of the mountain Nightglow. The dark and sinister peak stretched above all others to jut above the lesser peaks like a frigid dagger into the inky blackness of the be speckled night sky. The mountain named Nightglow in many a local tale was called such because the inner volcanic fire seemed to be the lighting of a great beacon that could be seen for miles if one knew where to look.
And in the shadow of the towering mountain walked a small figure huddled in raggedy and tarnished gray cloak the no matter how hard almost skeletal hands grasped at the thin fabric it seemed to flutter away in the cold biting wind. The figure stopped when it spotted in the distance, spying a band of orcs coming for it. The figure was not alarmed on stopped walking and waited in the chill night air that surrounded the mountain of eternal fire.
Closer and closer the orcs walked, trudging diligently through the high snows that like a fine mist drifted listlessly in the steady wind. As they neared the mysterious gray-cloaked figure a small cry could be heard. The orcs frantically increased there pace reading bows and swords ready for some fresh meat in the barren winter. The gray cloak was not alarmed only stood there its ominous cloak flapping like a war banner as the bloodthirsty humanoids moved closer and closer with each bounding clumsy step. Finally the orcs neared enough to clearly see the figure. What they did not see was the pair of hands has released the cloak and were now moving in complex patterns in front of the still barley discernable body. The voice, clearly feminine, reverberated clearly with arcane power, shaking the ancient peaks with eldritch incantations.
It was over in moments. The chanting reached a building crescendo and abruptly stopped with a impossibly bright light shot from the woman's fingertips, catching the lead orc full in the face. The conjured lightning bolt jumped from one orc to the other killing instantly and leaving the smells of spent magic and burnt ozone hanging heavily in the chill air.
The Woman only pulled her cloak tighter and trudged up the steep slopes to the entrance to the endless catacombs beneath the great mountain Nightglow.
A/n okay guys my first try at forgotten realms I have 100 different ideas bouncing in my head right now. Any reviews would be helpful and also a I REALLY need a beta.. will try to update on Fridays!