Hakuri wrote:
Hakuri walked forward past a hut, past a another hut with a shop accross from it and though another cluster of trees. She walked untill she was at the based of a towering mountain. Staring up at it she could see no end. She sat and began to look though her pack and at her armor, checking that she had all she needed to get at least close to her destination. Looking in her bottles niether were full but both had enough to keep her alive long enough, even if she couldn't travel at night. She sighed and tossed an unlit torch to the ground, then rumaged though her pack.
Hakuri smiles as she pulls a glowing stick from her pack. It's not hot, nor does it flickering. It is magic? Hakuri pays it no mind, magic or not. Shining it ahead there is a wall. She sheaths her weapons, and puts the stick in her mouth trying to make it shine in the direction she was heading, up. Hakuri reaches up with both hands, finding good hand-holds, and puts her feet on the wall, they slip. Hakuri opens her hands and stands back up. Taking a few steps back she examines the wall, runs towards it, and struggles to get both hands and feet gripped. Reaching up with her left hand she grabs a new rock. Her left foot comes up in search of a higher foot hold. Hakuri finds one and shifts her wieght to her left foot slowly, the rock crumbles and she tries to fix her mistake but her right foot falls too. Now dangleing by her hand she plants both her feet on sturdy rocks, closer to her hands, and searches upward for a higher place for her right hand. Bit by bit Hakuri climbs up and reaches a temperary flat. She sighs and follows the steep path.