Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161206023856/@comment-28970015-20161207004212

Verdell hated mountains. This was not based off their height; he loved heights. Being somewhere high made the entire world seem minature, like you could pick and take everything you see. No, Verdell hated mountains because they were a pain to navigate. You can't go up paths easily; you travel twelve days to go twelve miles, not the best way of transportation. Climbing is shorter, but it becomes messy if you fall. No one like burying someone, but one hates burying a arm and a leg other than a full body, as you spent an entire day was spent figuring out what is rock and what is bone. In summary, mountains are just a pain.

This climb, Verdell found, rested his case. He had judged that he was about a mile off left to climb, but he had checked the map at the start of the climb, which was about seven hours ago. He has assumed that the climb would be shorter than the winding path. The three small, humanoid dots that passed him an hour ago expelled this idea. He had tried to yell to them, but he was pretty sure that they had flipped him off and continued. Marvelous.

As he was thinking, a rock under him slipped. He tumbled down a few feet, yelling for a few seconds. He then fell on a rim of rock, making his yell entirely useless. As he turned against the rock wall, he let out a small moan to accompany the yell. This was because of two, small details.

1. The way up ceased to exist, as the mountain contued up steeper then the climb before did.

2. He finally saw the small house. It was under him. About a mile under him.

Verdell sighed, and dropped a small package if red powder. It was ment to signal his presence, though it would not do much good. It fell, and was lost out of sight. Maybe it would fall on someone. Maybe it would fall on whoever sent him on this quest. He hoped he would.

He sighed, and started his climb back down to the cottage. He has a way to go, and hoped that this hunt was bloody worth it,