Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

The ox began their mighty stampede, a thunderous cacophany in the air as a dozen hooves shook the earth beneath their weight! They crushed any peeking bramble underfoot and carved a path into the snow with their massive bodies. Truly, their flight was rather unbecoming of their statures, but she did not know to speak oxen language, so they would cease to understand if she called them cowards on the way by. This did not stop the muttering under her breath, spoken in her mother tongue, a dirty taunt while the healthy of the herd ran past. She counted each one.

Before the last, however, Pangur made herself known, stepping into the path with a boldness matched only by warriors of the shield. Fire! in the eyes of the huntress, in the blood that ran through her limbs; it is no surprise that the startling forced the ox to make a turn in its path, its legs now bringing it up the cliffs the other side; where they grew ever steeper, and each passage waned in width until nothing but a mountain goat could've scaled it.

Below, sharp spires, battering rocks; bones would crack easily.