Najoki’s Journal

Shadowfell – July 1854

It’s been hard travel through the mountains, we stopped lighting fires a week back and have taken to sleeping in the trees.

We could hear them at their fire the other night. They followed our trail to the inky black river that afternoon and decided to look for our tracks on the other side come morning. Thankfully we haven’t heard of them since. We are a day or two away from the peak. Hopefully we can see something that will show us a veil from there. It’s gotten cold and the wind running through the stunted trees this high up is making me thankful for the nights when we got to skin those banderhobbs that tried to eat us when we stopped for water.

Boiling brains is not my favorite way of tanning, but we didn’t have time to stop and stretch the skin so you do what you have to do. At least the skins are warm and they have a little stretch that helps in tying us to the trees.

Getting to the peak we look around, more mountains, more trails, more wind, more cold, more gray, no hazy silver mist, no colour popping through an opening of some magic portal, nothing but the stone cold gray of the fell.

Looking down at Kylune, wrapped in layers of skins, watching him try to stand tall against the cold. “Well, nothing here, let’s head towards those mountains, looks like the trees will be strong enough for us to sleep in.” He nods and pulls the skins tighter as we head down the other side of the mountain.