Boartusk Heights ours is to smile at your passing, friend

he followed a thin and bare trail, mindless until it evened out to a cheerless summit. here the rocks tumbled in split faces and disarray, arranged careless and crumbled by the fist of lightning and the ruthless assault of time. around him the zenith of the mountain climbed ever upward, grey face on drab snow on bare stone - a desolate view to behold, if any eyes cared to behold it.

iliksis was not there for scenery. he paused at the lip of a rough hewn slab of gneiss, and peered down the promontory where granite and andesite alike spat forth a frothy vision of foamy red and white. the barrier mountains flanked him like teeth and night was quick to to close in, yet iliksis' eyes were trained on the expanse below, unhurried by the rapid descent of duskfall.