I bade him greetings in a shivering voice, but he gave no sign of notice, and did not slow down.Ĭold and fearful, and angered by his lack of response, I demanded that he stop. I found a cloaked figure, his face impossible to make out, walking slowly and determinedly down the center of the road, never breaking stride. I rushed to him, for where there were travelers surely there was civilization, food, and a bed. My hope was almost gone then, but finally through the snow ahead of me I beheld a man on the road. I tried to eat it, but a thick and stinking ichor repelled me and I left it on the ice. With impossible agility it leapt at my face, and I was barely able to cut it down. A large and voracious slug-like thing attacked me from a snowdrift. I encountered only one thing in that walk which could be confused for something edible. I walked for what must have been days in that unchanging wilderness, my supplies almost depleted. Had they been ruined and buried, or were they somehow built within the ice itself? I wonder who could have built them, and whether they ever stood above the surface of the ice. What I could make out of their architecture seemed impossible, and when I try to sleep in this place the strange, distorted shapes of those buildings haunt me. They were buildings, great cities even, buried in a frozen, sunken slumber. They were too regular or too incredible to be natural rock. I could see no sign of who or what had made it, but I followed it in the hope of finding its maker.Īs I wandered, I saw shapes through the ice, on the bottom far below. A groove was cut two or three feet deep in the ice, a trench which ran in a perfectly straight line for as far as I could see in either direction. I found myself following a road of sorts carved in the icy plain. In places the snow was blasted away by the wind, and I could see the murky ice reach down into the depths below where the roots of the mountains lay. This was no slow-moving glacier, but an eternal, frozen plain, miles deep. I set out, and saw soon that the land all about was a sheet of ice, which filled in the space between the mountains. I had no choice but to explore, to seek any sign of shelter or sustenance in this forsaken place. I wept then, for the way behind was closed and I could see no sign of food or shelter anywhere in that place. All around the biting wind howled, and in the distance blizzards raged, each large enough to swallow Rellekka and all the lands around. What greeted me instead was a bleak and jagged landscape of dark stone mountains. There was snow for sure, but not the wholesome forests and gentle drifts of legend. I found the thin place in the deepest part of the cave, but what lay on the other side was not the land of snow. In that place I would find adventure and riches, and redeem our family's name. I went in search of the mystic cave in the utter north that leads to the white lands. The content below is copied verbatim from RuneScape and thus copyrighted by Jagex.Īesa, I am sorry.
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