He shouldn't have been able to survive the climb. If it weren't for his force of will, the titan would have gone to his knees and succumbed to the mountain's treacherous passing hours ago. But such a fate is not acceptable. If he can get to the top, the rumor mill has spun a tale that there is a magic there that may be able to make his life easier. Granting wishes, or some such.

Skeleton Ghoul is deeply suspicious, but if the rumor is true and the price is not too steep, he has a request in mind. 

It takes him three times as long to get there as it might have a younger, more fit animal, but patience truly is a virtue. The massive draft is endlessly, boundlessly, almost bizarrely patient, resting when he needs to and moving when he is able. Like the illimitable crawl of a drifting glacier, Skeleton Ghoul walks. 

When he finally gets to his destination, no one is there. Bloodstained nostrils crinkle as he takes in air, looking for a scent, a sound, anything that might hint to someone's presence. Nothing turns up. Typical.

Ooc: Skelly is here to ask a faerie for a quest to get him immortality.

SKELETON GHOUL

the black tyton