Mount Targon is truly massive. The huge peak can be seen from virtually anywhere on Valoran on a clear day. The craggy slopes are the home of the Rakkor, championed by Pantheon, the Artisan of War. At the peak lies the once great Solari Temple, home of Leona, the Radiant Dawn. Much of it damaged when Diana, the Scorn of the Moon, exacted her revenge upon the Solari Elders. However, while the Great Barrier mountains stretch along the middle of Valoran, cutting it almost in half, to the northern half of the mountain range lie The Lowlands.
These low-lying plains, bordering the slopes of the mountains, stretch for miles to Noxus in the East, and Demacia in the West. They also border the Institute of War, and the Marshes of Kaladoun. Generations of war and fighting have taken place along this strip of contested land, but, other than that, it is a mostly untouched wilderness, except for the scarred remains from the last Rune Wars, culminating in the decimated Morgron Pass. Few people make a living here, except the few scattered Minotaur Tribes that call the Great Barrier home.
Not quite Mount Targon, and not quite the Great Barrier, the Lowlands are a grand part of the lands watched over by the Rakkor and the Solari.
Last Edit: Jan 2, 2013 21:08:59 GMT -5 by The Exile
Riven tucked away her journal into her small knapsack, and turned her attention to the rabbit, roasting on a spit over a small campfire. Her meager bedroll, which was effectively a small collection of animal furs, was near the fire, warming nicely. She was camped within the treeline, a small clearing surrounded by fallen logs serving to block her from the chilly wind coming from Mount Targon to the south.
She turned the spit a few more times before decided that the rabbit was finished being cooked. She reached the spit and lifted the rabbit from the flames, placing it on a flat rock before her. Riven then drew a small knife from her knapsack and began carving off small hunks of her meal, popping a few into her mouth, before washing it down with some water from her canteen.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Jan 3, 2013 1:25:31 GMT -5
((Cause I can...and you look bored.))
Victus would be heard long before he was seen. Over six feet tall and covered in platemail of pitch black and a red cloak. His bastard sword (or hand-and-a-half sword for those who prefer a cleaner name.) was in a back sheathe under the cloak. He was on his way to Targon when he saw the flames of a small camp and decided to investigate it. Upon noting it, he decided to investigate.
The clanking footsteps of platemail tore through the quiet calm of the night like a hot knife through butter. No trained soldier could mistake that sound. Riven's ears listened for a second or two, feeling out the sound. They were heavy, and tall. Their footfalls were spaced wide apart, and the thump of the armored boots striking the ground gave away the armor's size, as well as the size of its occupant. Mental lists of armor types poured through Riven's mind. It was of a make she had never heard or seen before, however, the most likely candidate from her knowledge sent off warning bells through her brain.
Raedsel Guard
It was strange to send a single solitary soldier out, even on reconnaissance missions. However, with her fairly recent joining of the League, and Grand General Jericho Swain's rise to power, it was possible the man had sent scouts to attempt to find the Exile. For what purpose, Riven didn't wish to find out. In the next few seconds, her actions were lighting quick. Her canteen was emptied over the fire, dousing it, and allowing the blackness of the night to rush into her small camp, the smokey embers filling the small clearing with thick vapors of grey smoke and white steam.
In a flash, she was off, leaping over the fallen trees until she came to a tall dead pine overlooking the small clearing. The chilly breeze from Mount Targon would blow the smoke down into the valley, serving to obscure her camp slightly from whoever, whatever, was approaching her. Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she gripped the handle of her sword tightly, her amber eyes, shaded by her hair, peering around the trunk of the tree to attempt to catch a glimpse of the one that had been approaching.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Jan 3, 2013 9:21:45 GMT -5
The lack of the campfire's owner took Victus back, but he saw the smoldering campfire and knew they was near, maybe watching. He drew his blade and thrust it into the dirt about halfway, placed his helm at his side, and sat down to rekindle the flame.
"I mean you no harm. I merely wished to talk to fellow traveler while I was on the road to Targon."
Once Victus had the fire going, he would hang a small canteen of coffee from the spit.
Just wanted to talk? That seemed somehow odd. Regardless, Riven was certainly not at all in the talking mood. She simply wanted to have her dinner in peace and reflect upon things. She didn't particularly have somewhere she wanted to go, or somewhere to be. On top of that, she was most certainly not the social type. The man had, for all intents and purposes, interrupted her privacy and the calm of her night. She cursed herself under her breath. She'd left her bedroll by the fire pit... It would take days, maybe weeks to get enough furs to make another one. In fact, most all of her things had been left at the camp in her haste. Damn...
"And what if your fellow traveler has no interest in company for the evening?" Riven spoke, still some distance up the hill, and still out of sight.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Jan 4, 2013 12:52:27 GMT -5
"If that is your wish, I will make camp farther down the road. I apologize for interrupting your evening and forcing you to hide. Make use of your camp, there is no need to abandon it. I swear to leave you alone and not to follow you."
Victus poured his coffee over the flames to put them out and replaced his sword into its sheath. He then placed his helmet on his head and went back towards the road.
Riven would simply stand and wait, hidden behind the tree. She'd watch the man go, and then wait for an additional hour, not making a sound, before she would return to her camp and seek to restart her fire, which she found to be a fairly difficult task, as the ground and wood was now very soaked. That being the case, she simply decided to make a new fire pit, and start fresh. She gathered kindling and firewood before setting it ablaze, and continuing her evening in solitude.
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