11-22-2015, 10:45 PM
The Tundra, for the large part, is flat and uninteresting. With the exception of the ice wall and the small string of mountains housing the caves, there is little to run into in the rather large kingdom, at least until one got to the sea.
Brynmor had done well on the journey here, following in Hurricane’s footsteps with relative ease. Hurricane had been thoughtful enough to pick a path with fewer obstacles, for while he is a hard man, he also does not wish to be the cause of injury in their newest members. He doesn’t doubt that the gray stallion would have little trouble learning the layout of the land. Trees are scarce and hills are even scarcer, and unless he somehow manages to fall over the cliffs into the sea, he should have little trouble.
But when the other man asks for a tour, Hurricane is perfectly willing to oblige. Better he know the land a bit than having him stumble into things by accident. Especially the caves.
”I believe you’ll find the land relatively easy to navigate. It’s mostly flat. There is a wall not twenty paces behind you that runs the along the southern border of the kingdom. It’s made of ice; no doubt you’ll feel the cold before you actually hit it. We are bordered on all other sides by the sea. I’d advise you be wary of the cliffs.”
A small (nearly invisible, really) quirk touches his lips, one that could almost be called a grin. Apparently he is occasionally capable of humor, however slight. Not that Brynmor would be able to see it.
”The caves are ahead.”
Starting forward, he angles in the direction of the Tundra’s sacred caves, housed in ancient human ruins. They are faintly visible in the distance, the only hills in an otherwise flat expanse. He glances back briefly to be sure that Brynmor is following before continuing.
”There is a single river that runs through the Tundra. It’s not large, and usually it’s frozen over and covered by snow, but come summer, if you haven’t already found it, I’ll show it to you.”
They are nearing the caves now, the land beneath their feet starting to pitch upwards slightly.
”The caves.”
He nods in their direction, forgetting for a moment that the other man can’t see. They are close enough now to smell the musty air that wafts from deep within.
”These are the only hills in the kingdom. Steer clear of the caves though. Going in there can be a daunting experience on the best of days. You wouldn’t want to go in unprepared.”
Brynmor would have to face what lay within those depths eventually, but Hurricane preferred to keep his men intact until the time came.
Brynmor had done well on the journey here, following in Hurricane’s footsteps with relative ease. Hurricane had been thoughtful enough to pick a path with fewer obstacles, for while he is a hard man, he also does not wish to be the cause of injury in their newest members. He doesn’t doubt that the gray stallion would have little trouble learning the layout of the land. Trees are scarce and hills are even scarcer, and unless he somehow manages to fall over the cliffs into the sea, he should have little trouble.
But when the other man asks for a tour, Hurricane is perfectly willing to oblige. Better he know the land a bit than having him stumble into things by accident. Especially the caves.
”I believe you’ll find the land relatively easy to navigate. It’s mostly flat. There is a wall not twenty paces behind you that runs the along the southern border of the kingdom. It’s made of ice; no doubt you’ll feel the cold before you actually hit it. We are bordered on all other sides by the sea. I’d advise you be wary of the cliffs.”
A small (nearly invisible, really) quirk touches his lips, one that could almost be called a grin. Apparently he is occasionally capable of humor, however slight. Not that Brynmor would be able to see it.
”The caves are ahead.”
Starting forward, he angles in the direction of the Tundra’s sacred caves, housed in ancient human ruins. They are faintly visible in the distance, the only hills in an otherwise flat expanse. He glances back briefly to be sure that Brynmor is following before continuing.
”There is a single river that runs through the Tundra. It’s not large, and usually it’s frozen over and covered by snow, but come summer, if you haven’t already found it, I’ll show it to you.”
They are nearing the caves now, the land beneath their feet starting to pitch upwards slightly.
”The caves.”
He nods in their direction, forgetting for a moment that the other man can’t see. They are close enough now to smell the musty air that wafts from deep within.
”These are the only hills in the kingdom. Steer clear of the caves though. Going in there can be a daunting experience on the best of days. You wouldn’t want to go in unprepared.”
Brynmor would have to face what lay within those depths eventually, but Hurricane preferred to keep his men intact until the time came.
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
