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<blockquote data-quote="Someone" data-source="post: 1944068" data-attributes="member: 5656">You climb cautiously the final bundle of rocks and reach a cold, humid and even plateau in the side of the mountain. Through the mist that clings to it you can finally see mountain´s top, cut as if by the strike of a huge axe.The plateau is littered with gigantic rocks and twisted spires of black stone. The floor bears, as if scars, many deep and narrow cracks, and the same goes for the stony structures. As if in a dream, beyond the rocks, the masts and hull of forgotten ships rest in random positions. The tattered remains of the sails give the place a ghostly appearance. The littered remains and skeletons of huge sea beasts do little to improve that. Among them, big curved white plates are scattered.“Eggs” someone comments.You are about to ask Razeem where he saw the bird when you already see his finger pointing ahead. A bird head shows over one of the spires, and would have done the same over a big house, but it´s not the falcon you saw. It’s a young, a chick not big enough to fly. CHIRP!The sound it makes leave your eyes ringing, before the plateau starts shaking under the young bird´s jumps. Other two more heads rise, similar to the first, and they eagerly jump and flutter their wings towards you.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Someone, post: 1944068, member: 5656"] You climb cautiously the final bundle of rocks and reach a cold, humid and even plateau in the side of the mountain. Through the mist that clings to it you can finally see mountain´s top, cut as if by the strike of a huge axe. The plateau is littered with gigantic rocks and twisted spires of black stone. The floor bears, as if scars, many deep and narrow cracks, and the same goes for the stony structures. As if in a dream, beyond the rocks, the masts and hull of forgotten ships rest in random positions. The tattered remains of the sails give the place a ghostly appearance. The littered remains and skeletons of huge sea beasts do little to improve that. Among them, big curved white plates are scattered. “Eggs” someone comments. You are about to ask Razeem where he saw the bird when you already see his finger pointing ahead. A bird head shows over one of the spires, and would have done the same over a big house, but it´s not the falcon you saw. It’s a young, a chick not big enough to fly. [size=7][color=pink]CHIRP![/color][/size] The sound it makes leave your eyes ringing, before the plateau starts shaking under the young bird´s jumps. Other two more heads rise, similar to the first, and they eagerly jump and flutter their wings towards you. [/QUOTE]

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