Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190206020003/@comment-25828117-20190406235414

The pines gave way to dead quaking aspen trees. White veins that shot up from the ground with no leaves attached to its branches.

Snow was very deep in places, making the walk arduous and above all exhausting. The amount of effort needed in this hike made them experience the odd sensation of being too warm yet their feet were ice cold due to them constantly trekking and standing in snow.

Cross Lake stood on a peninsula in the distance. The road went around a bay into the small collection of houses. Not that they could see that. The fog was strong enough to obscure most of everything twenty feet in front of them.