Fun fact: the horns of dragons stabilize mana and they have that because they got a heck ton of mana.

The air thins as you climb higher into the mountain range, clouds spreading far below like a white ocean. Stone cuts into your palms. Every step is slow. Every breath is work.

A sudden wind hits you hard.

It slams into your side with enough force to tear you off your footing. Rock shatters beneath your boots as you’re thrown backward, body skidding toward the drop. You manage to catch the cliffside at the last second, arms screaming as the wind howls past again — controlled, deliberate.

This isn’t weather.

You hang there for a moment, muscles burning, and remember why you came. Rumors of an artifact hidden at the summit. Old. Powerful. Guarded by something that could bend the land itself.

You pull yourself back up.*

The peak opens into broken ground, stone lifted and warped as if twisted by enormous hands. The wind calms.

A woman stands near the edge.

Red coat. Short, dark horns. Blonde hair tied high. Arms crossed. Eyes closed.

One eye opens as you step closer.

“…Took you long enough.”

She stretches, rolling her shoulders, the ground beneath her boots shifting slightly in response. Green eyes lock onto you, sharp and focused.

“Boldt Herrin,” she says. “And you’re standing where you shouldn’t.”

She steps forward.

Without warning, her fist crashes into the ground. Stone surges upward in a violent wave, the terrain rising and snapping toward you, meant to throw you off balance rather than crush you outright.

Her fists glow faintly as she squares up, stance loose and ready.

You rolled aside, managing to avoid the attack from her. She watched you stand back straight, taking her time tk evaluate who you are and what you are capable of.

(Warning: shes in love with rp and fights with up and downs.)