The air had an extra bite than the typical one in Coerthas that evening.
Jancis looked down the high slope she was on, overlooking the Observatorium, as the others checked the snow. It was stable enough, the shelf keeping its grip. It was her and four others, her assignment to cover any injuries and support supplies.
With all the troubles back in the Coral's house, her concerns with Iron Sea and L'aenoh, the nonsense with Darke and the impostor posing as him, she had been travelling back and forth for suns.
They were all weary from the long day, at least it was the last day of this expedition. Many spruce logs were harvested from in careful calculated spots. Some the entire tree, some of the heavier branches. But Halone's furious howl came from the Nail as the winds picked up.
Suddenly, in the wind, a chunk of the debris from Dalamund broke free, slamming down on the hillside above. Trees snapped and broke, leaving splintered branches about and made the snow shudder. Then it rumbled, and seconds later it was moving.
The team was already moving, two up higher than the rest getting carried away in the snow, hanging onto branches and paddling their arms, digging like a swimmer with the current.Â
"Avalanche!"
Jancis and the other two were not so lucky, caught in the curve of the snow and pushed back against the rocks. Pulling themselves up together to the top of the snow, the other side started to give in, threatening to push them back underneath. Calling out to the elements, a large pillar of stone came up, making a ramp for the snow to tumble across while the three hid underneath the makeshift shelter.
Concentrating, the others held the conjurer firm with locked arms, bracing one another as she braced the snow back. Eventually the rumbling stopped.
And they were trapped in the snow.
Jancis looked down the high slope she was on, overlooking the Observatorium, as the others checked the snow. It was stable enough, the shelf keeping its grip. It was her and four others, her assignment to cover any injuries and support supplies.
With all the troubles back in the Coral's house, her concerns with Iron Sea and L'aenoh, the nonsense with Darke and the impostor posing as him, she had been travelling back and forth for suns.
They were all weary from the long day, at least it was the last day of this expedition. Many spruce logs were harvested from in careful calculated spots. Some the entire tree, some of the heavier branches. But Halone's furious howl came from the Nail as the winds picked up.
Suddenly, in the wind, a chunk of the debris from Dalamund broke free, slamming down on the hillside above. Trees snapped and broke, leaving splintered branches about and made the snow shudder. Then it rumbled, and seconds later it was moving.
The team was already moving, two up higher than the rest getting carried away in the snow, hanging onto branches and paddling their arms, digging like a swimmer with the current.Â
"Avalanche!"
Jancis and the other two were not so lucky, caught in the curve of the snow and pushed back against the rocks. Pulling themselves up together to the top of the snow, the other side started to give in, threatening to push them back underneath. Calling out to the elements, a large pillar of stone came up, making a ramp for the snow to tumble across while the three hid underneath the makeshift shelter.
Concentrating, the others held the conjurer firm with locked arms, bracing one another as she braced the snow back. Eventually the rumbling stopped.
And they were trapped in the snow.
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