Endless snow.. endless climbs and descending. We have to face it, we are lost. Daellas swallows the last of his rations knowing his days are almost at an end. His clothes are torn and by now he has a rugged beard with icepikes attached. That night when his brother was asleep, Daellas walked out in the quiet night looking in the cold air watching the moon and the stars shine brightly. He strolled without purpose and suddenly fell to his knees, exhausted and defeated he stared at the snow. Despair lingered in his mind, ready to take the best of him. He suddenly frowned at the sight of footsteps in the snow. Daellas raised up and followed the footsteps which seemed to be of a dozen men.
The footsteps went down and suddenly it seemed the group split up. Dael stood there, without any clue what to do. Maybe they can offer us help? What do I have to lose? After walking a little further, Dael felt a presence behind him. He swallowed and turned around. It was the shape of a man, a very large man. He wore armor and a face covering helm with horns as large as that of a stag. On his shoulders he had a pelt from a bear of some kind, and human skulls dangled around his belt. There was a feeling of dread as both men stared at each other in the cold night. Daellas reached for his sword slowly, and wanted to draw his blade, but it was frozen solid in its sheath. The large warrior slowly stepped towards Daellas, steady and confident. Daellas ran off towards a large rock and quickly drew his dagger.
The warrior drew a large blade he had bound on his back. Daellas knew he only had one chance to safe his life. Daellas climbed the rock and quickly leaped towards the warrior holding his dagger firmly in his hand. With his free arm the warrior threw Daellas aside and chucked him in the snow. He chucked his sword in the snow, walked towards Daellas squeezed his wrist forcing him to release the dagger. The warrior plunged both hands at his shoulders and lifted Dael up. The warrior spoke in a foreign tongue with a harsh and loud voice, soon after he gave a headbutt so hard, Dael flinched and passed out.
Collection of flashes of a half conscious man.
.....headache... voices... men... a dozen men and women.... I am bound and carried... someone stuffs dried meat in my mouth... they make me drink... blood...where is my brother... it seems we are heading west... descending.... pinetrees... blood...
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