Thorra
Sage could feel Thorra's power beginning to course through her-granting her a portion of the demigoddess's strength as the nearly naked woman quickly caught up with a slight bounciness to her form. Looming over Sage, she took a position only a few steps behind her. "I'll be careful to avoid getting lost, then."
SageHer eyes fluttered in surprise at the sudden sensation of strength suffusing her soft and sensitive skin and skeleton, Sage's elven form feeling for just a moment closer to her true and terrible capabilities. Her ears twitched and wiggled for a moment, and then she let out a huff. "Excellent. Let us set a pace, then!"
She set off at a speed no human could hope to sustain, ears bouncing along with every leaping step.
The path was initially old and overgrown, stone shot through with stubborn weeds and filled with cracks and crevices. The grey stone of the mountain rose up like walls around them, smoothed in places as though by the hands of craftsmen yet worn with time. The scale of it was nothing extraordinary except in the sense that one was rising up beyond the lands of the Nexus, able to look back and see for one's self the vast blue horizon beyond.
From here it seemed as though it could go on forever.
But the stones grew steeper still around them everywhere but the crumbling path itself. They rose up like row after row of palisades, harsh and barren on their faces and yet dripping with the wetness of dew onto tall grasses and rustling bushes of thorns. Great birds of prey flew back and forth from crevices in the rock walls, their wingspans wider than Thorra was tall. The wind went through twists and turns, pliant to their passage only from the demigod’s great dominion over the powers of the skies.
Sage would halt their progress periodically to lower herself to the earth, listening and whispering in strange tongues to forces unseen and unheard. At the end she turned, and stood, and took in the sight of her again.
“The path shall soon split,” she said to Thorra with a frown far less harsh than those previously populating her face prior. “Many will lead us nowhere or worse. A handful, perhaps, can take us somewhere meaningful. We can choose one short yet dangerous, or one that shall prolong our journey yet does not speak with the voice of monsters.”