Jor Kvall
Ain't found a way to kill me yet
/ K R O W N E S T \
Snow rained like tears here on Krownest.
It flowed like the lifeblood of this planet
and its people;
this mountain, the beating heart.
The everlowing peak reached, godlike,
into the gray skies,
a monolith for all to see from miles away.
In this part of the world,
this mountain was the center of the universe.
A teetering and treacherous journey inside
would first need to be conquered
in order to reach its recesses.
Inside this mountain was power.
Here, locked deep inside,
was the mountain king's throne.
The skies were unfriendly to ships today.
A cold blizzard raged,
as unforgiving as it was
to the earth-hardened spirits of the Kvall.
The arc trail of a ship
blazed across the greyscape,
noticeable enough for blue eyes below to follow it.
The people looked on from below,
wiping flecks of snow from their eyelashes,
watching the ship
slash its way through the clouds.
Where it came from, nobody knew.
But it was headed this way.
[member="Magdalena Lethe"]