Alexander grabbed Blux's fist from the air and kicks her in back of the leg.

"I cam here for fun, not a fight. I was just trying to be nice, possibly to get some, but mostly to be nice. I'm sorry if that offends you. However, if your heart is set on beating me to the ground, I can't deny a beautiful woman's heart."

As Alaxander walks he trips on a stump and faceplants into the snow. He jumps back to his feat and walks over to Blux. He extends a hand to help her up

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that"

Blux refuses Bass's help and gets up. "Don't worry about it." she grumbled

"And next time I won't hesitate to break your nose." Blux said as she smiled.

(Not so peaceful now eh? Better get ready to get shot at....)

The group move past where Jonny had concealed himself. He had came up to the mountain the night before to be alone and camped out in a small clearing not to far from where he lay.

This had been the first time in a while that Jonny had been outside his dropsuit while planet side. He was wearing black hiking books, snow pants, a thick winter jacked, and a hooded trench coat for when it started snowing. He was wearing a beanie and had a scarf wrapped around his face. Only his dark blue eyes could be seen.

He watched as they moved past. He saw a few familiar faces. Some he even shared a drink with.

He stood up and walked back to where he made camp. The fire had died down some over night, leaving only ashes. There was no tent or sleeping bag, only a tarp hanging across two branches hanging low. his Tactical Plasma Rifle leaned against a tree.

It took a moment for Jonny to pack up. As he picked up his rifle he made sure it was loaded. One couldn't be too careful, he thought.

He caught up to the group quickly but stayed off the trail, half-hidden amongst the trees.

Please ignore the trolls

Jacques began his tale as the Templar caught up.

"This is a story about the the winds that inhabited these mountains. Back when the Raata Empire was young this very forest was filled with fire and deceit. The local populace was unruly though, with no leadership whatsoever. But then, within the ancient temple a man lead a mob to destroy it's beauty. He stopped dead in his tracks after a strong wind blew, with tears in his eyes. He then dropped to his knees and with it so did the others. Then the people somewhat guided left this mountain and settled in the area near the Saaika lake. They have lived there for ages going by the way they had lost in their madness. Many believe the winds of the Kaalakiota mountains guided them to live a orderly and prosperous life. Others think the beauty of the ancient temple opened the mobs eyes to the wrongs they have done. You will tell your own tale as you visit it."

As they reached the edge of the forest Jacques pointed up the mountain, and a fuzzy large gray fiqure about 2 klicks. The snow was clearing and Jacques kindly said,"Enjoy the sight I'll be meditating in the main hall."

As they reached the edge of the forest Jacques pointed up the mountain, and a fuzzy large gray fiqure about 2 klicks. The snow was clearing and Jacques kindly said,"Enjoy the sight I'll be meditating in the main hall."

Patrick pulls of his mask and puts it back in his rucksack which contains food,water, extra clothes a sleeping bag and ice picks for climbing. He sits finds a old log and clears the snow off it, Patrick takes some twigs from the nearby tree and places it down in the small patch of grass under the tree. He clears out the snow and puts rocks in a circle and throws the twigs, he takes some of the leaves and pine needles from the trees and lights it with a match, igniting the kindling and soon lighting the wood on fire.

"If you're feeling cold might as well get comfy and warm." Patrick says as he stokes the fire and adds new wood every few minutes.

Junko had listened to the story as they were walking with an insatiable curiosity. The story was very familiar to her, although st the moment she was lost by the coldness of the wind, and a faint smell of alcohol laced with the winds.


" ahh let me help out with that" she motioned, as she went around and gathered a small pile of sticks as Patrick began the fire, handing them to him.

As she sat on a stump near the fire, she let out a sight of relief, resting her legs from the journey.

"ahhh... That's better... It's quite a while since morning, anyone want some tea?" Junko quipped as she was setting down her gear, along with her satchel.

Please ignore the trolls

"Does anyone else smell alcohol and vomit?"

(Wasn't trolling. Trust me if I was i wouldn't of bothered with detail)



(I hope you arn't talking about Jonny, he has been sober for a few weeks now.)

Jonny stayed within the treeline. He watched as Patrick made a fire. He shivered as a cool wind blew past.

Taking a better look at the group, he noticed that they were all unarmed, with the exception of a few knives and picks.

He sighed and turned back into the woods. He walked for five minutes, counting his paces as he walked, until he came across a tall evergreen.

Jonny knelt, and as he did he took the magazine out of his rifle and took the tarp from his bag. He wrapped the rifle up and placed it down beside him.

Using his hands, he began digging a hole in the snow. The cold wind blew again and Jonny dug faster. When the hole was deep enough, he laided his rifle in the hole and covered it up. He then took out his knife and carved a peculiar symbol into the tree.

After his work was done, Jonny stood up and walked back to where he had last seen the group. On the way he spotted a few critters. He made a mental note of their location and carried on.

It was not long before he saw the warm glow of the fire. He said nothing as he came and sat by the fire. He kept his mask and beanie on.

Patrick stands up abruptly and looks at the "amarr assassin" and he gives him a death glare.

"Where did you come from gallente?" Patrick asks in a rude manner as he slowly reaches his left hand behind his back for his pick. He finds its grip and wraps his fingers around it and tenses up as he unhinges it from his rucksack.

Jonny noticed Patrick grabbing his pick. He started to wonder if it was a good idea that he buried his rifle in the forest.

He picked up a stick and started to stoke the fire. He chose to ignore the Amarr, not because of how rudely he asked him, but rather he was cold and didn't feel like explaining his business.

Alaxander reaches into his bag and pulls out a flask. He takes a swig and offers it to Jonny

"Here, it'll warm you up"

Jonny looked at the flask. It had been a while since he had a hard drink. He was tempted to take the flask and drink. Just one little drink. To warm him up...

Jonny looked back at the fire. 'No,' he said as he stoked the fire some more.

As he started to warm up, he unwrapped his scarf he was using as a mask. He scratched his rough beard.

He reached behind him and grabbed his pack. It was a small simple pack. He pulled out what remained of last night's dinner, wild game, and started eating.

Patrick looks the matari woman up and down and decides she is alright.

"No thank you, I am fine but maybe later yes?" Patrick's replies politely and tends back to the fire.

Unfazed by his decision, she gave a slow but friendly nod as she unpacks a thermal pot, and starts stuffing clean snow into the pot.
" fair enough, I'll have a warm thermos for you if you want some later, anyone else want some tea? Cap? Johnny? Blux?" She asked as she placed the cover over the pot.

Then with one smooth motion, she got closer to the fire and gently set the thermal pot on one side of the fire. In a few minutes there would be boiling, clean water as she stoked the flames with a stick from the pile of firewood. Admiring the gentle licks of heat brushing her face.