Kallum opened his eyes and sat up, he was on a familiar looking ledge, but for some reason he couldn’t remember why it was so familiar to him. It was most definitely somewhere on a mountain, the thin air was filling his lungs telling him that he was up very high. How high was a bit of a question, thick cloud cover obscured most everything in front and above him.
He stood and looked around, nothing felt wrong and yet nothing felt quite normal either. All of his things were here, his pack, his massive sword…these things he gathered up. It was noon, or so he gathered as the sun was above him trying its best to break through the clouds. This meant he had time to make it, somewhere? Clearly he couldn’t just stay here, but it was always a rather foolish endeavour to go charging about on a mountain. Even more foolish a endeavour when you didn’t even know which mountain you were on.
He gently moved forward and as he had figured it was a sheer drop straight down for at least a couple hundred feet. The clouds thankfully weren’t hugging right against the mountainside, however the drop might be even more. Without a break and less cover he’d have to be much slower than he’d normally be, and slow was something his people were often accused of being. This idea wasn’t without merit he thought, but few others ever took the time to stay with his people and see why they’d adopted a cautious and deliberate life.
Moving back from the edge he examined the area he’d awoken in more carefully. The rock wall behind was as sheer going up at the one going down, but a carefully concealed trail lead up presumably around the mountain. It would seem that he had just popped into existence right here on the ledge, he couldn’t find a trail concealed or otherwise that lead down. This upwards running trail was narrow, but great care had gone into its construction. It was most definitely not natural, this was clear once he started walking. What gave its manufactured nature away was its smoothness, the rough, random bits you’d find in a normal trail weren’t present. Now all trails were manufactured, but they followed a natural flow of the Terran they traversed. Here this wasn’t the case, it was just too perfect. Every step he took the landing was smooth, no loose rock, no jagged bits to catch on.
Kallum was mulling the trails construction over in his mind and he’d stopped and turned to look back at where he’d come from. The cloud started obscuring his vision about fifty feet in front and it back. It wasn’t as bad above him, but this was due to the work of the sun trying to break through he thought to himself. It was then he remembered that he was dead.
It didn’t come as shock to him, more as the kind of realization you might have when you awake in a unfamiliar place. This was kind of what he’d done expect the place was familiar, this he also now remembered. That ledge he’d awoken on was one above his village he’d climb to as a boy to take in the view. Shaking his head he couldn’t believe he hadn’t instantly recognized it, but as he also realized he wasn’t home at all. He knew with increasing certainty that he was walking the path to the Mountain.
His people just referred to it as the Mountain, a perfect mountain where you’d meet the elder gods and stand in judgement of your life in the mortal realm. Kallum had been a good warrior, but not the most spritual of people. He had figured he would be judged on his deeds, not his time locked in prayer. Having fallen in battle he regretted, but it had been in attempting to fill his oath something that even the elder gods should of noted. Now he was curious, he could now remember the tales of the afterlife on the Mountain, but it wasn’t quite described like this. Shouldering his sword he turned back and proceeded to move on up the narrow trail.