Temple of the Ancients

It felt like days later when she found herself free of the tunnels she’d slipped into from Fenrir’s Maw. The tunnel she stepped from, blinking in the moonlight – almost bright as the sun to her eyes after so long in the dark – opened onto a wide, flat ground, circular and clear of any trees or grasses.

As her eyes adjusted, she padded slowly forward, studying the ground. It was stone, patterned with interesting mosaics. The whole place was serene, even though Volkan’s angry peak was so close here. The clouds were sullen and red further to the east, which didn’t seem far at all from here.

She shuddered at the thought, turning her mind away from it as she noted how… odd the air was up here. Thin. Her lungs didn’t find the breaths she took as satisfying as normal.

The effects of the high altitude were less aggressive than they might have been if she hadn’t spent as long as she did, working her way through the utterly terrifying journey through the tunnels going up and up and up. Still, it was a little unsettling.

However, she still took the time to explore the clearing a little, taking in the surroundings until her eyes caught on the strange cliff face that was the true summit of this hidden mountain-peak of Fenrir’s Maw. There were cave mouths here, too, but they were… shaped.

Her attention was snapped around by the sound of movement from where she’d come from and she turned, falling into a light stance in case whatever or whomever it was came out fighting…

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think