The Mist of the Mountain

Post 01

           Many questioned us when we said we were moving to the Mountain. Snowpeak was known for its treacherous climate, rough slopes, and deadly blizzards. We didn't care though. We went right ahead, a group of fifty Hylians, trekking through arctic sub-zero all for the peace of mind that we would be sustaining ourselves, and we could protect ourselves.
    Days went by, about half of the people who came i with us had gone back to castle town. They didn't like the progress of the village. Houses took longer to build due to the weather, agriculture was extremely limited, and to top it all off there was a steady decline of morale. The hardy folk remained though, people like me, Wūlfgar Gardric. I grew up in Castle Town. Always unhappy with how much stuff there was to do. I guess you could say I wanted to make a village in Snowpeak since i was little. Creed is what we called it. A place where you took care of everything using your own to hands. It was wonderful... Until they started trouble.

     The Yeti couple were nice at first. Still are to be honest, but their mansion at the summit is in ruins and crawling with monsters. They thought the monsters were adorable. Probably because they couldn't hurt them. But they always seemed to find a way to trickle down to the border of our village. Now was one such attack.
    "Wūlfgar! Full size Freezards at the south western wall!" The watchman yelled from his tower. This was perfect. Not only was I one of the only two in the village who could properly defend it, but the other, Ashei was back in castle town for the weekend. I immediately dropped my hoe that i was using to till my field, and ran the opposite direction of everyone else. Toward the danger. It was a rather large Freezard, bigger than the ones that usually drift their way down. It would be an interesting fight...