Walk in the snow (Egg)

[Naraseren]

The wind brought with itself a distant voice. The mountain critters could hearken unto a song approaching, soon to be followed by its owner. The man reached a snow-covered peak and took in the sight around him. Behind him led a path of footprints in the snow, it's one end under his soles, the other lost over the edge of a distant mountaintop. Forward lay a valley, the bare snow sheet changing into pine trees. The man set foot on the slope, continuing his journey as well as his song.

"...He came down from the mountains
Into our frozen world,
Spoke of revolution
Fed us with his words.
A sacred man from the other side,
He gave us something to believe in
How could we be so blind?..."

The blade of the greatsword dipped into the snow until meeting the frozen earth underneath. Then it soon rose up, only to sink into the snow again a few paces away as the man walked on, using the sword as his walking stick. He crossed the treeline, entering the woods. He paced the woods following the valley.

"...His right hand gave us freedom
While the other stole the pride,
Though he had the answers
Standing by his..."

The song abruptly stopped. The blade swung up, tip arcing from the snow into the air as the man changed his casual hold of the handle into the grip of a battle-ready stance. His fur cape flung out of the way of his arms, revealing scales of steel beneath. He stood there, body unmoving as he listened to the noises of the forest. Silence. He moved on, now in silence and sword held ready. For a time he walked on, but stopped after hearing the noise he believed to have heard earlier: wolves.
He listened to silence for a while, then as he decided to continue his journey the sound of growling reached his ear. From nearby. Then all of a sudden a wolf burst forth from his peripheral sight, lounging towards him. He swung his blade, landing a forceful strike on the side of the wolf with the flat of the blade. The wolf retreated with a yowl but did not leave. The man sighted two more wolves present.
The animals launched their attack. He sruck two with the flat of his blade again, deterring them from finishing their attacks, but the third one slammed into him, sending him to the ground. He managed to kick the beast away gaining just enough time to get on his feet. The next wolf attacking met the blade of the sword, slamming into it's neck, ending the animal's life. The man swung the greatsword in wide arcs several times, adding a battlecry to each one. The two remaining wolves scurried away.
As he hoped. The wolves weren't hungry, only he happened to cross their territory. He hastily set off towards the edge of the forest, meanwhile wiping the blood from his sword with a handful of snow. There a slope greeted him, at it's foot a path. Path and steps.
Now he knew what mountain was he treading. He set foot on the steps of Dragon's Peak and soon he was walking again with a new song on his lips.


(song: Hammerfall - Dark Wings, Dark Words; excrept)

[Naraseren]

Hundreds of steps later snow began to fall, within moments the man couldn't see further than his outstretched arm, so fierce was the weather. He walked on, undeterred. He believed if his fate brought him to this very mountain, then it did so for a reason. Also it was his nature to walk on. He could have settled down long ago. He knew several villages where they would have gladly welcomed him into their folk, yet he allways moved on. This most likely led to his reputation being greater than himself.
He rememberd having saved a trader from a bear while crossing a forest, then some years later coming across the trader's hometown, he heard the story in the tavern where he stayed for the night.
According to that interpretation he had defended a whole caravan of traders from monstrous creatures, then disappear into the woods to seek out and slay the creator of the monsters, some dark wizard of sorts. Such changes can happen to a simple story exposed to jolly people for too long.

A gust of wind interrupted his musing. The snowstorm picked up, snow and wind pouring down the path of steps as if it was trying to blow him back, to deterr him from the path he treaded. He forced himself forward, battling the river of snowy wind. Night descended onto the mountain and he was still struggling with the weather.
And yet this wind was what saved his life. Blinded my the snowstorm and the night he couldn't see the cliff edge, and felt himself stumble forward when only his heel was supported by solid ground. He let the wind blow him back, landing on his back in the snow.
Then the wind died down, letting him see more than flowing whiteness. He was on the top of Dragon's Peak. The sight would most certainly be even more amazing, but now everything, himself included, was covered in fresh snow from the recent storm.
Recovering from his exhaustion, he called out, addressing the night sky.

"Such a nice view you have up here. I thought that as my path has brought me around here, I might as well just come up here and try my luck."

[-Brinzer-]

In front of you a hole suddenly burns in the snow. Sitting in the middle of the pit is a dark red egg with reddish-brown curved stripes. It is very warm to the touch.