The Ranger Trio trekked up the mountain, their path narrow and treacherous. Felkis led the way, his keen elven eyes scanning the rocks and trees for any sign of danger. Tommot followed close behind, his small gnome frame agile and quick. Dallus brought up the rear, his powerful half-orc muscles helping him to climb the steep incline.
As they climbed higher, the air grew thinner and the wind grew stronger. The mountain seemed to loom over them, casting a shadow over their path.
“Are we sure this is the right way?” Tommot asked, his voice slightly strained.
Felkis nodded. “According to the sorcerer’s directions, the warlord’s base is on the other side of this mountain.”
They continued to climb, their legs burning with exertion. At last, they reached the summit, where they could see the warlord’s base in the distance.
“We need to find a way down,” Dallus said. “But we have to be careful. The warlord’s soldiers could be anywhere.”
The Ranger Trio descended the mountain, their eyes scanning the landscape for any signs of the enemy. As they moved closer to the base, they saw that it was heavily guarded, with soldiers patrolling the perimeter and watchtowers positioned at key points.
“How are we going to get in?” Tommot asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Felkis thought for a moment. “There’s a ravine to the south,” he said. “If we follow it, we might be able to find a way inside without being seen.”
The Ranger Trio made their way to the ravine, their hearts pounding with anticipation. They knew that the mission ahead was dangerous, but they were determined to succeed, no matter the cost.
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