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Message: <blockquote data-quote="domminniti" data-source="post: 9049471" data-attributes="member: 7041633">Russet is well versed in climbing mountains, from his days as an outlaw.  His powerful legs help him jump from foothold to foothold.<a href="http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=280259" target="_blank">Athletics without pitons: 1D20+5 = [13]+5 = 18</a>Russet realises that in these conditions he has no chance of tracking the yeti.  He instead focuses on navigation<a href="http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=280260" target="_blank">Survival for navigation: 1D20+3 = [10]+3 = 13</a>During a rest in the climbing Russet has a nibble of a ration. He can feel the bottle of firebrandy figuratively burning in his pack, but leaves it there for emergency use. Wanting to take your mind off the drop are you Zeth?  From the way your swaying you ain't got a head for hights, or your've got sea legs. He notices Zeth hungrily staring at his biscuit and snaps off a piece and tosses it to him with a grunt.My story... it ain't a one I'm proud of.  Me and my friend, more of a brother really, we're from far away. We travelled all around this fair plane having adventures and good fun. Would you believe I was full of life like Jack here when I was younger?Well, we found this town in the mountains, Fireshear. We thought it was in the north, but it's many miles south of here.  The people there were forced to work underground. Not in nice warrens, you understand, but terrible mines. In the winter they'd starve while the mine owners would dine in mansions and send the spoils back to the big cities.  Well, me and Thornley, my friend, we couldn't stand for that and we helped... what did Thornley call it? "redistribute" things.  Made us quite popular with the townsfolk.  They called us "The Early Spring" cause we brought them food in winter. But the mine owners, of course fought back.  Had to live in the mountains which were the lap of luxury compared to this place, but they came with their own dangers.Russet's eyes dart to the glinting adamantine tipped spear, and he winces slightly. But people change... and friends grow apart.  We Harengon have a saying... it goes like this "Sometimes doing the honourable thing means you gotta dishonour yourself"...  But now I'm here. To restore my honour?  Tired of sitting around?  I don't know why. Russet looks glum. He feels like he has dropped the morale of the climb a bit, and looks to his friend Jack.Jack, cheer em up and tell em the tale of how we met </blockquote>

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