The Scoundrels of Virtue in Roleplaying Posted 19 Apr 2015 The climb up Death Mountain was by no means easy. Even when Lorcan had gone on short inspections with other groups of Scoundrels it had always been a reward simply arriving at their destination. With the earth shaking underneath them it was an effort to keep on the trail altogether. "Well, this is going to be a heap of fun," Torianna had remarked tartly as they'd approached the mountain. An hour and a half later, Lorcan found he agreed with her for once. Endel lead the way in long strides, Cheval just behind him. Maia walked alongside Lorcan, who was carrying Torianna on his back after a brief, one-sided argument. Some things hadn't changed, anyways. "If we make it to that ledge there," Endel spoke up, pointing to a piece of rock jutting out slightly from the mountain, "there'll be enough room for us to make a small camp. Nothing too conspicuous, though." The thought of sleeping on a mountainside was not the most comforting, but in Lorcan's eyes it was better than carrying another person up the accursed trail. He picked up the pace, trying to urge the others to do likewise with the limited methods he had. "Ha! I must be getting heavy," Torianna said with a laugh. "At least we know you'll all sleep well tonight, right?"