April 18th, 2024
The weary cleric knocked the snow from his boots as he climbed the stairs towards the warm illuminated door frame in Whitefall. The sun had set hours ago and the Whitefall Inn was the most prominent landmark that could be identified in the combination of harsh winter winds and snow. The mountain air was frigid and difficult to breathe; he tasted the rusty flavor of blood in his throat from the exertion of the journey which began the night before. The expedition into Iron Pine Peaks had been made all the more difficult since the death of his Vaiyuu companion which had carried him from the deserts of Shimmersand. The hardy spiral horned mount was unaccustomed to the massive temperature and altitude changes from its homeland far to the south. It had survived the skirmishes of the previous evening in Stillmoor only to collapse from exhaustion on the climb into the northern mountains. Holydisciple had exerted a small amount of his remaining powers in an attempt to save the beast He knew the trip would be difficult and would require steady magical energies to make the climb into the steep mountain peaks and therefore abandoned his efforts after a short period...
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