Way Back 4 Years Ago When I Started This Blog… Forgive The Lack Of Grammar Etc.
The Dark Rider left his Village early that morning, as not to disturb anyone. Strangely he left his Ebon Blade behind, something he’d never do.
Into the Nordok Peaks he would head, and with any luck, avoid the forth coming Snow Storm all together. But he would not be that lucky, as in the 5th hour of his travels, the storm would strike.
The Rider trudged on, grasping at the Silver Chain about his neck as if to harness some power from it to push him on. By Midnight the Storm had passed, but left the Nordok Peaks covered in Frost.
His Black Steed tired, but the Rider patted him on the side of his neck and spoke “Soon Tribune… Soon”. Soon the Rider entered a valley of Snow and Rock, and winded his way up, his Horse slipping from time to time on the loose, and Frost Covered stones.
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