Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542

In the late morning sun, climbing up the Oraibi foothills was a little old minibus. It and its driver had made this journey through sand and snow countless times, given the vehicle's perfectly timed turns on the winding mountain trail. In the distance, the already-anachronistic city known as Eagalis could be seen with ancient milestones in the foreground, further adding to the image.

It had been little over half an hour since the bus had left and Stahlfritz was still staring lazily out the window as ice covered rocks passed by. Half of him was meditating on some of his life's own issues, the other half was processing the usual banal thoughts you'd have on long road trips with nothing better to do. Slowly, his eyes started drooping.

A sudden jolt from the vehicle turning onto a side path shook him and a few other passengers awake. Marking the path was an ancient rock painting of the Sahali Goddess Zweitanic, maintained to the modern day by the temple's workers hence the painstaking detail in her mask of many eyes and the brilliant shine on her broadsword. 