Up Over the Rocky Ledge (One Shot)

41st of Gnielm, 138 RI

Salvora Peaks, Athal

Crahy’s path was a dogged one, cragulous and intensely vertical.

“How much further?” Urm called from the next ledge down.

Crahy was tired of the question. “You can see as well as I can, so stop asking.”

Her sister went quiet for a moment, then, and Crahy took a glance down to make sure Urm was still following.

Below and behind, there had only been the nipping of Ranavar’s dogs at their heels. They had held together well enough through that trial, there was at least that to be grateful for.

Now though, moving hand over hand, they had escaped that. Crahy crested up over the rocky ledge, and turned to help her sister up behind.

Now together, they could see their destination sprawled out across this plateau. A town, very simple in its construction, thriving against all odds of the heights. They saw homes and shops, they saw other goblin people like them.

Reaching the top left them not at the end of their path, for what they had been on was no path worth walking, but rather at the beginning of a whole new life.