[center][img]https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/2362/2362998-bigthumbnail.jpg[/img]

[sup][@Wayward][/sup][/center]

Through the darkness and the drizzle of rain falling from the pitch black sky, it was almost impossible to make out the faint glow coming from far beyond the towering cliffsides and sheer slopes leading up the mountain trail. Not even the torch bearers could make heads or tails of what lie ahead though thankfully the way was well traveled as it was the only safe passage to the highest reach of Death Mountain. 

Not a peep had been heard for months from the odd folk that made their homes in the farthest depths of the once dormant volcano, the Goron were not known to keep this quiet for so long and not the least of them were ever commonly a solitary bunch. Suspicions had grown, with silence on all sides. 

No word from King Zora or the boisterous Darunia, the latter of which was often outspoken. As restless as the people of Kakariko, the men and woman who still bore the crest of Hyrule's royalty and yet lived had gathered that night lead by a man who had lead them thus far and marched in the dead of night up the muddy hillside trail and towards the crags.

Duty called, and under Orin's command they would slough up the cliffs and treacherous slopes to see what caused the mountainfolk to fall silent for so long, that was their orders and Goddess be damned if they weren't gonna do what the scary lady the captain got orders from gave them all to do.