With Cheshire gone for the seeming time being, he ventured north. The smell of blood and death leaving him behind as he looked up... And saw a singular, daunting mountain covered in white. It looked as if it were a drawn painting, with no semblance of awe other than how massive it was... And his feet carried him towards that mountain...
Time: 3:00 PM - 2nd Day
The warm weather became cold, and cold quickly became what felt like chilling cold. Snow was falling even before the ground was white. Worse yet when he did step upon the snow, as it seemed like the mountain was a most bizzare kind of volcano. Its tip was hidden underneath a sea of white clouds, clouds he came to understand to be the snow raining down from above. The land was flat, rounding up towards the mountain. The grass became snow, and nothing blocked his view as there didn't seem to be a single plant growing. Tree or otherwise. Just a flat plain with nothing interesting. It felt unusually empty. Things that should be there, weren't. None of the wild plants or mushrooms. Just a walk through the most flat and uninteresting land that felt like it took longer than it actually did, despite also taking quite a long time. Only once he got to lands white, half blind by the terrible snow... Did a most comforting heat stroke past his form... As well as the smell of smoke, before out of the white mist, odd denizens mostly human, dressed in various colorful and unusual fabric of the winter land, were rushing towards and past him, in an absolute panic. "
Don't go that way! The Queen of Spades, Paolo is attacking! I will let the red storm take me instead!" Said a passing denizen to Grave, rushing past in a panic. And indeed... As he drew further, he saw a sight he'd find familiar...
A town, much like the ruined town he ended up in first, long ago, before finding a sole goblin crying alone... Was on fire, swarmed by demonic looking goblins.
(Music -
You must be registered to see the links
)
As if each one were a copy of Club herself. They carried torches, blades and clubs, striking down defenders and burning the place down. It was as if they were recreating the scene he saw the end of long ago... And a singular entity was doing the impossible... She was flying through the air, holding a maddening unknown orb of magic in her hand that she flung at a building, completely shattering a two-story home into splinters. She grew another, and laughed as purple lightning crackled around her... The light from her terrifying form giving Grave a contrast view of the powerful creature...
You must be registered to see the links
.
"Destroy it all! Take everything! Everything for me! Everything always for Don Paolo!" said the apparent Queen of Spades.
"Hail the Queen of Spades!" the goblins cheered, filling sacks of loot while outright butchering the townsfolk of this snowy mountain town before his eyes. A man that seemed to be a bipedal walking gray elephant man with a thick winter hat was running out of a building set aflame, holding onto what seemed to be his precious jewelry, before he fell flat to the snow when a goblin tossed a hatched that buried in the back of his gray skull. His trunk went flat to the side of his face... The strange denizen of this world was no doubt dead. The goblin that killed him ran up, and began dragging his jewels into her sack. "
Imaginary mushroom man. Go away. Can't kill a ghost." Said the goblin, pretending Grave was a figment of her imagination.