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As the treck began it's mortifying first portences,the group of three were well bound with winter clothes and the three mounts carried all that might be needed.The cold wisps fell abruptly at times licking stings of the fosty laments of natures call durring this season,and snow was brushed aside every so often in regaurd of the warmth shed,for melting across the bare area of the rides skin,the cold then found itself turning to liquid that grasped as ice,an unbearable measure if they were to keep themselves and the horses in good health.Feutal speech passed between them once or twice in a hushing snowfall,but not much was important lest the value of the campsite alltogether be the only goal,-perhaps a warning was at least in their suplicant of expectations for words.Finally they did reach sundown and the campfire was set under a 15 ft tent over cover,the three horses were sat underneath as well,and the cold could be scaled away to the nights meal,and interests.
"well,there isn't much to say about Tethreceine,it once was a invocational chamber area for the dark troll armies that were sent durring the wars that saw Zatiff enthroned,and the relics there hold significance to me,there were many fine warriors and spellcasters lost within the labrynthe as the final battle seiges cost many lives…though you said yourselves ypu understood the nature of this quest."Aliiyah adressed them and motioned her respectives to Chealsoroy and Xiena.
"as times have forgotton the ways of war…though of course such scouts and free agents as yourself still reside within the city scince the queens dismissal,most common people,the uncorrupted denizens,have little interest in the history of such fiasco's,though I must say that,my fears of undead souls –lycenthriopes,liche's,and trolls of course,have been causing me much thought scince I accepted."Xenia was not an avid adventurer,though Kiazo and Alliyah had plenty of time in situations of war,or personal journey's.
"nay to you all-then,what good does the fever burning to our own souls do when the bargging starys from the more interestsing ideas…let's say piles of corpses swathed by a single dashing of wrathing bladework….good Alliyah I know you're smiling about that…or icons found after dashing spells of great candor to expell undead preists who don't understand what it means to rival with the daughter of Treaz…the great…and summoned entities of unbeknownst strength,tackled to the ground and skulls cracked open by a might axe,while their master awaits the last slice ending it's own life…eh…huhn that's it now Kiazo,-and me,I'm little more than pouding my way with spells of untold worth to glory and treasure"
"well said…mage…who carries a sword,I doubt we shall here much more complaint from the child bearers….ha ha ha "Kiazo placed the words in mulled aftermath,and though it funny.
The next day they finally found themselves looking into the valley of the Cords,a plaace that had many stange mithral qualities form the inner earth that boiled across poolets in places.Sentient mist was furled into swaths that chastized and swooned to thin air,roiling from the strange colourfull maliages.Depleted from any use from years of fear to walk the valley,they looked forlorned and a sign that magics course was once evil in this place.The three companions stopped before making there way across,perhaps thinking one might have a stay of concerns in truthfull words,however-they soon cont5nued and breached from the snowey forest unto the wasteland before them.The eyes of wicked furry's like changling deities frought with schemes of conjuring,reflected the notion from taking in any one scoal burst,and the warmth provided by them was unsetteling at best.The horse gawked at the passing that fell to close to one,and finally Alliyah broke the intrepid disdain felt by the visions.
"I believe the worths of magic from the place are still looking for a lord of the fabrics of spell weavcing to cunduct them to fearsome might ,shed into the arts obce again the lannd will yield praise,or prhpa unwanted evils of wisdom if any should try,what say you Chealsoroy?"she asked after making vicious bid of the be all instilled in the magi-torn enviorenment.
"no,there's no telling what exactly the elements from under earth have uses for at this type of luster,I dare say as you've-evil,not my taste,though I may take a sample,yes that might be a good idea."with that Chealsoroy claimed a stop of the group,and jumped to work,getting the effusings of near boiling liquid shed of greens,yellows,and purple into an empty potion flask,and sealed it with a burning wax,that which was often the need when acids or dangerous devestating conjurations of liquid were contained;finaly weilded to look about in awe.The words of 'defiled' arts of dangerous spell weavers claimed a part of the subconcious mind.Bitter cold could not hide that these plains and abnormalities were the sources of spellwork that harrowed to levels of warship that refined themselves with demons and evil gods from the Abysall planes.
"we should find the days journey leads us ti that lip at the end of this valley-am I not right"Kiazo jisted,as they made about half the distance of the nefarious grounds.
"there are only a few who I have spoken to who have crossed this place,let us hope that there isn't any true reasons for that"Xeina produced an answer first,and the rest stayed speachless,and they continued on.
They settled the nights shelter,and fires-making work of the last fresh meat for a grande stew and drank from a flask of Athenian wine,selling themselves on the roth of the mission in a drunken flavour.Atheina was not a peacefull towne,and Kiazo bargged to them of having clipped the wings of dragors and dousting out the hearts of trolls when the city was reclaimed.Alliytah told them of how she was saved from a storming of flying demon like creatures by a dragon,and had saught an indepandant life,a life force that saw her travel beyond a great many realms,making through storms of magic and firey and freezing weathers,thus the name Alliyah stormrider of doom.Xenia promised to fight her way through this dungeon if the others wished to be strong in their resolve,and Chealsoroy commended them all,and stayed the evenings conversation with a thanks that they were not badgered or killed when making their way that day across the magityne pools.
