Taur Orthon

Morning had dawned in Taur Orthon, north in the frozen wasteland of Forochel. The sun rose late and brought with it thick clouds and fog to take its place in the sky from the mysterious gracefully dancing lights Askelin and Arindiis had, with great wonder, viewed prior. Having decided to head off and explore, the two rose from the snowy ground and ventured down the mountain on which their homely camp lay. Snow began falling quietly and elegantly from the skies, landing on the thick fabric of their identical robes, both made by the hands of Arindiis in the traditional ways of the Vales of Anduin. Dusted snow clung to their trousers and back, speckled sharp white on coloured fabrics.

Mighty mountains in the distance teases their presence with a vague silhouette beyond the veiling fog.The Lossoth had told the company, that beyond those, lie nothing but frozen wastes.