Wolfsong wrote:OOC - sorry it took me so long to get around posting in this thing. I almost completely forgot ab8ut it XD
OOC: If I say "^this," am I gonna get lynched? Hehehe, anyways. I'm gonna speed things up a bit, jump ahead in the story to some kind of interesting part, because looking back we haven't had many of those. Maybe that'll help this thing a bit.
The group walked through the dangerous, razor-rock flinging storm for a good two hours, pausing briefly to rest and tie up especially bad cuts a few times, but never staying still for long. Durek's friend, Vilmes, had just big enough of a hole in the ground to shelter them all for a full day while the storm blew. The Elf was wary of the strangers, but he took Durek's word they were trustworthy, and when the storm had subsided he gave them what supplies he could spare and sent them on their way.
The group traveled onward for over a month through the wasteland that was the surface of Kargeth. Miles were eaten up under their feet, and they drew ever-closer to their goal. At no point was the journey easy; they were constantly in danger from primal savages, mindless beasts, and war parties from all sides, but they doggedly persisted on. Finally, at the top of a tall hill, the group gathered, Durek standing in the forefront. The Orc seemed to have aged a decade in the past month from the harsh journey, but he was a warrior full of willpower, it would take more than walking and fighting to exhaust his strength. The leader stretched his arm out, pointing out in the distance, "Look." The old Orc said.
There, miles out still, but closer than ever, was a giant stone structure, the house of the Black Throne. From this distance, the group could see it only faintly, identifying a huge wall and a single spire stretching up to the sky, but there was no question; that was it.
"It's right there." Durek said, lowering his arm. His voice was full of emotion, and his face was strained as the muscles received mixed signals whether to laugh or cry. "Come on, from here, we can get there in a couple days." With that encouragement, the Orc made his way down the hill, his energy renewed from finally seeing his goal. At last, it was going to be over. At last, he would fulfill his wish.
"We should be careful, though." He added after a few minutes of trekking, "That castle is a mighty fortress; if no army has claimed it yet, then there must be a very good reason, most likely something else already has. We should stay on guard, now more than ever."