Noah ventured into the Fangs with his friends at his side. The landscape was a frozen labyrinth of jagged rocks and glittering snow, each step a careful negotiation with the unforgiving elements. Even Vi'dore, as surefooted as he was, still slipped sometimes. The air was crisp, biting at cheeks with a reminder of the harshness of this northern realm. Yet, amidst the desolation, Noah felt the comfort of home.
Deimos herded them towards where they needed to go, and the Forsaken followed. As they delved deeper into the Fangs, the landscape seemed to grow even more hostile, with icy winds howling through the rocky crevices. Only once they were deep inside the cavern systems did the harsh winds stop hiwling in his ears.
From the sled he grabbed the tools he would need, including a pick axe. Then, he began working.
Noah has all his stuff except invisibility cloak. He grabs a pick axe from the sled and gets to work!
Deimos herded them towards where they needed to go, and the Forsaken followed. As they delved deeper into the Fangs, the landscape seemed to grow even more hostile, with icy winds howling through the rocky crevices. Only once they were deep inside the cavern systems did the harsh winds stop hiwling in his ears.
From the sled he grabbed the tools he would need, including a pick axe. Then, he began working.
Noah has all his stuff except invisibility cloak. He grabs a pick axe from the sled and gets to work!
Noah Olson
the forsaken
