Some of those islands were piled high as fortresses, as if a hundred tyrants warred to rule this vast empire of frozen water. Buckled ice rose like islands, shattering the level snow-covered surface of the lake. Before them, the slope fell away in a steep, rock-studded descent to a mass of broken ice and sand and snow that skirted the shore like a defensive wall.įrom where they stood, they could see beyond that saw-toothed barrier, out to the lake itself. Widowed Dayliss of the Teblor drew her wolf-skin cloak closer about her shoulders. These heights and this world did not belong to them. That wind periodically shoved at them, as if incensed by their audacity. The wind howled around them, tearing at loose weapon straps and furrowing the furs they all wore. The escarpment’s summit was a sloping, ragged ridge, barely level enough for the four Teblor to stand. The face of that wall was ravaged by past melts, but at this height winter still gripped the mountains, and the winds that spun and tumbled down from high above were white with frost, bleeding rainbows in the sharp sunlight. By midday on the seventh they reached the top of the escarpment flanking the near-vertical wall of ice that had been on their left for the past two days. Godswalk Mountain Range, Northwest Genabackis, Teblor Territory
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