[i]Kaln'oir Village // 1450 hours // A month after The sun was shining brightly onto the calm, quiet village in the Ku Rudo Mountains, the temperature the warmest it had been in months. Birds were singing, snow was melting, revealing the brownish grass beneath, and the villagers of the lonesome village were outside, children running around happily while the adults sat with each other, grieving looks on their faces. A ways away from the villagers was a lonesome woman in her early twenties, wearing a simple, red shirt that showed off her hourglass figure, skinny blue jeans, and black boots that appeared new. Hanging on her back was a four foot long bo staff, and on the top half of the staff was a two foot long, titanium spike, giving the staff an extra two feet for a total of six. Gripped tightly in her right hand was an old, thick book, with a worn and torn beige hardcover. The pages were old and yellowed, and the woman clung to it like her life depended on it. On the covering was a strange, ancient lettering, the language of mages. The woman had shoulder length, dark brown hair, and high cheekbones, in addition to a pale complexion. Her eyes were deep violet, her lips thin and pale. She smiled to herself slightly as she watched the children play from a distance, then turned around. She was here at the Ku Rudo Mountains to investigate a disappearance reported by the villagers of Kaln'oir about a month back, and she honestly wasn't too worried about it. Disappearances were common in the cold peaks, adventurous individuals going out for elongated hikes and whatnot. The woman shook her head and sighed. She had better things to do, such as her magic studies. Why search for some missing hiker in these massive mountains? However, the villagers said something about him being the one with the most authority in the village, and that he was heading over to something they had to keep secret. She could deal with searching for a lost hiker, but secrets? This pissed her off a little. But she continued into the woods nonetheless, following very general directions given to her by the villagers.[/i] [i]The woods were eerily silent, contrasting to the playful shouts of children in the village, and the singing birds nearby it. However the forest was completely quiet, not a single sound besides the woman’s soft footfalls in the still melting snow. The woman enjoyed the scenery, yet was still slightly spooked. After hours of walking through the woods, she came across a massive pile of snow, still not melted. Around it were collapsed trees, created a path of fallen pine trees up to the peak of the mountain, leading the woman to guess that this was the site of an avalanche. She hiked up to now frozen mound of snow, and when she reached the top of the massive pile she looked around hopeful, for maybe from this vantage point she could see where a person could get lost. Seeing that there was nowhere to be lost besides in the woods, she thought of dangerous places where a person could die; then she looked down at the pile of frozen snow she stood on. A person could easily die in an avalanche…. She quickly went to work, digging with her bare hands. The snow was freezing cold, and her pale hands were red and shivering in seconds, however that did not slow her rapid digging down. She spent hours working at the massive pile of snow, throwing the frozen water aside with her hands, her jeans and shirt soaked saturated. It was nearly sunset when her frigid hand finally struck something soft, that felt like flesh. She grabbed it and pulled with all her might, and after some work, she pulled out a body. The body was a male, with long, golden blond hair, and a square jaw. It was wearing a winter coat, snow boots, and snowpants, an empty sword sheath on its back. This was probably the disappeared person, for he matched the villager’s description. She threw the body onto the ground besides the massive mound of snow, sighing. Looking down, she noticed a small, black piece of cloth sticking up from underneath the snow. She crouched, and pulled. This time, it required much more effort and extra digging, and it was nightfall by the time the woman pulled out a second body, another male wearing a black cloak, black trousers, and black boots. The cloak’s hood was pulled over the body’s head, and the woman did not care to take it off. She examined the cloak, and saw a small note sticking out. Curious, the woman reached out, grabbing the note. It was soaked, and folded neatly. She cautiously unfolded it, careful not to rip the soaking note. The handwriting was near illegible and was very faded, yet the woman was able to discern this much: Meet me at 58° North, -134° West, at 0000 hours on the second day of spring. -Dylan. Intrigued, the woman was unsure of what to make of this note. She decided it was best to take it back to the village, along with the blond man’s body. She hopped off the mound of snow, grabbed the body’s arm, and began the long trek back to the village.[/i] ((Open!!))