Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2001 - 2007 All Rights Reserved
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Without thinking you race on down the left hand path, the sounds of pursuit close and menacing. To your right you can hear creatures crashing through the brush, harsh shouted commands echoing amongst the trees as your pursuers try to get ahead of you. In a state of fatigue you barrel down the path, eyes shifting from one side of the trail to the other, awaiting the inevitable attack that may lunge from the trees. Ahead the path divides again and soon you find yourself weaving through a labyrinth of old tracks, animal trails and finally into the forest proper. Within minutes you are completely lost in the woods, your only fixed point of reference the snow-capped summit of the Devkraager Tor.
On you charge, a sense of hopelessness beginning to overtake you as you realise you cannot run like this forever. Then, before you fully realise it, you are running through the trees, but there is nothing behind you. Whatever your pursuit was, it has been left scattered within the maze of trails to your rear. Coming to a halt you lean against a large tree, panting with the exertion of the chase, sweat streaming down your face and torso. In this state it will be a few minutes before you will be able to continue. Looking about you try and get your bearings. Apart from the summit of the mountain rising through the canopy of the trees ahead, you can see no other trail or indication of how to reach your goal. The mountain is closer though. The chase has left you much nearer but you can spare no further time for rest. You must move on.
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Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2001 - 2007 All Rights Reserved
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