1 From The West Cometh War (Private|NK|Alistair) Mon Nov 14, 2016 2:25 am
Montu
D-rank
It was an odd transition of weather patterns, the snowing seemed to snap off as though someone flicked a switch. The terrain shifted from a white winter tundra to a mountainous, red-rocked expanse of cliffs and valleys. Montu could feel the weakness in his muscles, though he couldn't feel the pain and ache of them that one should have been able to after such a tremendous journey. He had no idea whether or not he was even close to his destination. Or if he even had a destination. Such a large number of possibilities spun through his mind. It was only as he eyes stuck suddenly to the image of a rising smoke stack in the distance. It was that of a chimney, nothing else could have made such a perfectly familiar smoke formation.
Montu picked up his pace, taking around thirty minutes to finally locate what resembles to be a beaten in trail toward the smokestack. Civilization was on the brink. A new land to one day plunder, but first it would provide him comfort and rest. Nothing much was different save for the absence of expansive white, snow coated everything. This place was much warmer than his homeland. The sun has began to descend, dragging with it the light from the sky as the husky warrior trudged along the mountainside.
The warlord arrived at a crossroads finally. On all sides of him, mountains shaped the landscape, effectively determining which way a traveler had permission to travel. It wouldn't have been wise to argue with a mountain range, either. A painted wooden sign read "Iwakagure No Sato" and a directional sign gave context to it. What the hell kind of name was that for a place? Montu could only hope as he began to trek along again.
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Montu picked up his pace, taking around thirty minutes to finally locate what resembles to be a beaten in trail toward the smokestack. Civilization was on the brink. A new land to one day plunder, but first it would provide him comfort and rest. Nothing much was different save for the absence of expansive white, snow coated everything. This place was much warmer than his homeland. The sun has began to descend, dragging with it the light from the sky as the husky warrior trudged along the mountainside.
The warlord arrived at a crossroads finally. On all sides of him, mountains shaped the landscape, effectively determining which way a traveler had permission to travel. It wouldn't have been wise to argue with a mountain range, either. A painted wooden sign read "Iwakagure No Sato" and a directional sign gave context to it. What the hell kind of name was that for a place? Montu could only hope as he began to trek along again.
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