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These massive mountains border the edge of the desert of time. These mountains are pure and shielded by an unknown spirit power, shielding itself from the undead. Although the fiends in these areas arent infected by the undead, the mountains are guarded by massive birds and carnivorous herbs. Within the mountains lie a sacred city, unknown to most of the new generations that live around the world.

The origin of the mountains started from a tribe. The tribe fled from the horrors of the undead and seeked refuge in the mountains of endless peaks. At the time, the population of the gruesome beast have yet to reach the mountain. Thus, the tribe created an ancient ritual where several of their members will be sacrificed in order to create peace for their people. The ritual was believed to give the sould of the sacrificed humans a holy power. However, these souls will be bound to the lands, in which they were sacrificed. The holy power of these souls repels all evil creatures or anyone with evil intent. Although it may seem powerful, there is a way to reverse the spell but unknown to anyone but the tribe themselves.

((I actually don't know where to go for the moment. If you guys pass here, I'll just be walking around the place.))

"All my tears have already dried up that day." he says, "It would be difficult for me to cry again. No amount of sorrow can ever strike me again like so."

Sorrow, turns to strength. Strength to rise once again and save the world's people from suffering the same fate as his. Draku would not allow himself, nor anyone to experience his past. He left the once prospering village and onto 'Meldonar', Lecta's city. Their lies a new hope for him, and perhaps hope for Alerna.

"I havent seen both of you training lately. Too tired?" he says, partial sadness fading.

((This reminds me of Farthen Dur lol.))

"I see." he says blankly and follows the running waters. "We are so close!"

Draku observed what Lecta had pointed out and stared for a few seconds. Moving on, he came to a quick jog as he closed into the intended destination.

"The rest of the mountain is an illusion"Do you not notice that the rest of the mountain is straight up?"she asked staring back at Serobi and smirked.
"See how there are no edges to grab onto after that waterfall?"she added and grinned wide"There...is Meldonar..."she announced, walking up to the edge of the mountain"These...are stairs...if you can tell...Small, slippery...You need good balance to climb this...That is why, the undead have not bin capable of reaching us. There stupid, and there arms are not strong enough to hold there weight.

((I know eh! Haha! The next Eragon. xp ))

Kalupaan comes upon a group of people talking near a waterfall. They were an interesting bunch. He means to talk to them but is taken aback by the thought that these may be one of the cause for the Great Mother's pain.

He devices a plan.

A wolf observes the group at a distance. It's fur brown to fit the season; wearing a curious jeweled wooden band on his right foreleg. It just stands there about 30 paces away, seemingly just wandering around but clearly following them. The snow slowly falls.

Nathanial let out a howl close behind the group. He had been following silently all the way here and made sure not to be seen till now. It wasn't that he was purposely hiding from them it was that if anyone where following them he would want to get the drop on the stalkers. If they had turned around they would have seen small blotches of white along his fur. He had been tracking through heavy snow and thus had some fall within his fur and get stuck. He was behind the wolf now, the wolf that he had watched follow the group for a while now. If he himself hadn't been a lycan he probably would not have noticed the wolf. However, being a lycan he knew the ordinary patterns of a natural wolf and knew that this wolf's actions were anything, but ordinary. He leaned over now moving in speed only something as superhuman as a lycan could achieve and moved in close to the wolf. He took a big sniff with his nose before looking up to the group and yelling, "We have been followed it seems. This wolf smells of earth and of fur, but underneath is the scent of man. He is no natural wolf just something wearing its skin." He then looked down at the wolf before saying, "Show yourself man...You may be able to fool the noses of most creatures, but not of I. I am Nathanial ex-Ulfric of the White Wolf Pack and demand you show me your true form."

"You are, Lecta, partially correct. Actually," he says and halts in his tracks after hearing Nathanial's voice. Turning, it seems that the Lycan has exposed a stalker. "We use a complex system of secluded rooms and mazes in which trials the entering stranger. They are complex enough that only the wise one, and his colleuges have knowledge to open the gates. After the gates have opened, it is followed by a series of secluded hallways that only the ones who live in the city have the knowledge to unlock its secrets and know the exit. Every aspect involving this tight security is bonded together by impenetrable concrete. Magic is imbedded in this defense. Magic that only the first born of the elves created. We were only ambushed by the undead upon exiting the city. Otherwise, the undead would have died, losing themselves in the cloister of trials."

After concluding his sentence, he casually approached Nathanial and the stranger, dragging the pure white snow beneath his pants.

"Perhaps you carry some knowledge that can assist me." was all his ears picked up from the whispering stranger, despite his keen sense of hearing.

"State your purpose, stranger." he demands with a soft, monotonic voice. "Why do you follow us?"

The stranger dressed quite unusual and so was his staff. Serobi squinted his eyes for jewel imbedded in the staff reflected the bright sunlight that towered them. It was to his relief that no aspect of this person seemed hostile but that is no proper reason to lower his defense. His hands were always close to his daggers when approaching someone. It may portray him as paranoid, but it would be wise if he continues his habit. Perhaps it would actually pay off in the future.

((Your a good roleplayer, we are fortunate to have you.))