Post by Alcorad on Dec 23, 2005 15:56:02 GMT
Malatan trudged slowly up the steep slopes of the Ephel Duath, sometimes needing to climb up steep ridges along the way. The sun was beating him down with it's intense heat and the ashen air of Mordor was not helping him in any way. As his feat found their way into various footholes he smiled, for one false step and he would fall to his doom. No matter how powerful he was, he was only human and a fall from the slopes of the Ephel Duath did not change that. It was times like these he wondered why he did not simply take a Fell Beast as his mount. He came to the conclusion that once he arrived at Durthang he would.
