OOC: This RPG is open to EVERYONE!! There is no major lot other than going east to look for new places to relocate some of the dwarf clans so if you wish to introduce something feel free!

IC:
It was only the fool’s errand to go out during the winter, especially in the Beor Mountains. Many had called him insane, and even tried to talk him out of it; however, Ranog had to go. The dwarf was headed east in search of more secluded and more secure places for the dwarf clans who were more exposed and vulnerable would have a place to relocate. Ranog knew the dangers and the stupidity of his action, but winter was the only time the dwarves could afford a spell caster and warrior of his skill to leave the king. Much had happened of late, Eragon and the Varden were beginning to wage open war against Galbatorix. The elves were beginning to stir, and the powers of Alagaesia were beginning to awaken from their halls. Things were changing and it was possible they were changing for the worse. This is why Ranog was on his journey.

The sturdy little dwarf was beyond cold. Before he had left, Ranog had been sure to buy some of the best wool and feldunost fur clothing possible so that he could maintain some semblance of warmth in the bitterly cold Beors on his trip. He had loaded up on dried meats and hard biscuits which were not the most flavorful of foods, but they would keep him alive and give him the much needed energy to get about in the snow covered land. As the dwarf walked, his faithful companion and closest friend, Urson walked behind him. The feldunost was much more adapted to survive the cold, but even he was less than comfortable as the chilling wind blew more snow into his eyes. The feldunost was walking behind his friend with his saddle and bags of supplies for the trip. Why could they not have waited until the spring?

As Ranog walked, he would look behind them; however, nothing could be seen. The wind-driven snow created a white screen which blocked out all but the closest of objects, and stuck to fur, hair, and flesh like frozen glue. This was a miserable place, yet Ranog had a duty to his fellow dwarves, one he intended to fulfill. When Ranog felt they had walked about far enough for the first day, well that and the fact he had lost feeling in his toes all fourteen of them. Once they found a cave, the dwarf and feldunost entered and went as far to the back as they could manage to avoid the cutting wing and the chilling snow. Once in the back of the small face, Ranog pulled out some of the firewood he had stored in the bags on Urson’s back. With a quick word, a small fire started.