Round One; From the early afternoon to early evening, the mountain makes a strange growling sound. It could be noticed that the forest in the Vale has gone quiet. Characters are free to make their suspicions.
Round Two; A loud 'cracking' sound will be heard and the first smaller mounds of snow and ice will start to fall down the mountain.
Round Three; A small scale avalanche will occur! Any character that has not posted by this time will be assumed caught in the slide (but not dead!). Injuries WILL occur but are to the player's discretion. If your character is 'trapped' PM either Jaye or myself and we'll plan to get you out!
*(All rounds will be based on pack activity and participation. There's drama! Let's make this successful! No posting order [but please be courteous])
There was no doubt that spring was on the rise in the Vale. If the delicate nares of the wolves that made the haven their home could not smell it, then certainly it could be seen by the blossoms peeking through rich verdant shoots and endless earthen fields. And in the air as well, if the scents of the flora were ignored, was the warmth of many of living forms passing through the lands. All familiar to the other, some new and others veteran, but all regarded with similar fondness as one of the mountain paradise.
On this particular day of notice, the air was quite warm even though the sun had yet to reach its afternoon peak. It was to the notice of a warrior and some fodder within the pines, that a sound had emerged… much like the groaning of a wounded thing. But there was no creature, the warrior concluded as she investigated, nor was there a trail or scent of an intruder. Never the less, as the sound progressed through the hours, she grew more unnerved by it even going as far as to express her bother with both her lead and the Alpha Monk. She assumed the sound was nothing but a trick of her own ears; a sign of her fatigue from an early start to the day, and upon her relay, she went back to her den to rest before the afternoon grew late.
But while walking home she noticed bits of ice along the path, a little too far from the base of the mountain for her liking. And what white rested near the dark walls was stacking. It made for an uncomfortable return, being so near to the mountain’s base. But again, she believed (or rather hoped) the ice to be of no bother. Nor the groaning one of danger as she slipped into the cool darkness to rest. |