» Fri Oct 15, 2010 3:53 pm
I am trekking through the mountainous forests, making my way through a blinding blizzard, in my heavy iron enforced mammoth fur armor and cloak with my trusty axe at my waist and bow and shield on my back. suddenly out of the swirling wall of snow leaps a white saber-toothed cat, knocking me to the ground, as it slashes at my chest. As i get back to my feet it has once again left my vision, prowling among the tall pines and thick brush behind the seemingly endless snowy chaos. I hear it to my left, it leaps out at me again! But this time im ready with axe and shield in hand. moments before impact I thrust out not my axe but my shield and meet the beast head on with a devastating blow. This time it is the cat on its back and I, in an eerily cold and efficient manor, calmly and swiftly cover the distance between us in a few powerful strides, bringing my golden bronze axe crafted by the fabled dwarves themselves down upon the back of its neck as it gets to its feet. This proves to be more than enough to put the beast down. Not one to let anything go to waste, I thank the forest for setting its predator against me as I skin the animal and remove its large teeth with which my alchemist friend can brew me some of the finest warming potion I have ever encountered to help battle this intense cold. I then continue on my way down the vally to the river where I know my small hand dug canoe awaits to carry me north to the small fishing village that is my destination. The blizzard is beginning to clear but It is still just morning, I have a long days journey ahead of me.