To live in the mountains was to experience things you wouldn't anywhere else. It was dawn, the sun still hidden for some, but for others only a few hundred meters away, the light of life had been blanketing them for several minutes. The fresh, dry, cool breeze evaporated all sweat, the peaks were so high that they pierced the clouds, and in return the clouds' shadows stretched greatly upon the incredibly steep earth. To live in the mountains was to experience something beautiful...that is...unless your a very cranky young mailman who had to trek through miles of rocky forest just to deliver a stupid letter to a place which may or may not still have residents.
"I can't believe I had to trek through miles of rocky forest just to deliver a stupid letter to a place which may or may not still have residents!" A mailman grumbled crankily as his tired legs slugged lowly across the uneven ground, causing him to trip and fall. "I was going to take my son to his friend's birthday party and then watch the game with the boys, but NNNOOOOOOooo" he complained as he picked himself back up. "I know it's hard to get Internet connection up here for email, but seriously! Who would live in this barren wasteland anyway?" He gazed at the trees around him. He was nearing 15,000 feet, and they were short, thin, and wilted. "Who would know anyone from all the way up here?" The mailman pulled out the letter in question, its golden envelope indeed signifying great importance and thus also sparking his curiosity. He shook his head in restraint and put it away. While they didn't seem like they did much, mailwomen and mailmen had important codes and responsibilities to deliver without violations to privacy nor any other complications, and they wouldn't dare break them, even if it meant sacrificing time with their families.
As the mailman turned back in front of him, he spotted a series of stacked parallel logs around the corner through a thick group of trees. When he approached, the sight expanded into that of a log cabin. While relieved at finally reaching his destination, he soon shifted his attention to the ground around the building. It was dense, jagged, and was scattered with what looked like craters, many overlapping each other, as if someone smashed an unimaginably massive hammer into the ground hundreds of times. The guy hesitantly walked through what could have once been a minefield and, since there was unsurprisingly no mailbox, knocked on the front door before slipping the golden letter under it. As he turned around and began heading in the other direction, however, the door creaked open. The mailman stopped and slowly twisted his head to find...an anteater thing?-who had already picked up the letter with strange clawed hands. 'No, it's definitely not an anteater. It's too big...and has pointy scales...and a weird long tail...and those freaky hands...yeah, I'm out.' Deciding not to even question stuff, the mailman continued on his way. He only quickened his pace when he then began hearing thuds and the rustling of trees from a distance. 'Great, now there's a giant, too?!' The thuds grew in volume, and then a figure suddenly jumped from higher ground fifty feet up, before landing with a thunderous crash. The mailman was knocked two feet into the air, making him fall forward and strike his forehead against a rock. He turned on his back, seeing a surprisingly short figure now holding the letter before slipping unconscious. The last thing he heard was a deep Canadian accent: "Eh? What's a harbor?"
When he had woken up after about an hour, the mailman couldn't find the short man nor the creature anywhere.
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"She'll be coming 'round the"....THUD..."mountain when she"...CRACK..."comes!"...CRUSH..."She'll be coming 'round the"...STOMP..."mountain when she"...WHOMP..."comes!"
People in town were looking out their windows to find the source of the terrible noise."Oh God, not another freak..." One of them moaned. What they found was a four-foot tall, barefoot, fourteen year-old bald dwarf boy singing his favorite song...and also leaving a trail of devastation that was once the sidewalk, as every step he took indented a considerable crater in the ground. He was carrying a colossal backpack from the several week-long journey (He tried riding in a vehicle once...didn't go so well) and leaned a hiking stick his shoulders. His name was Voum, and his partner, Tama the Pangolin, waddled beside him, seemingly unaffected as she became briefly airborne every once and a while. Voum took out the letter he had received and read it over again.
'Dear Voum,
I would appreciate if you came and met in person. There is a dreadful thing in the waiting that I'd like to talk to you about, meet me at the abandoned dock by the harbour. I know you live further away than the others (yes, others are coming) and that you've lived fairly isolated, so here's what you need to do: Head East and show others others the following address so they can guide you.
From the Ichor Priest'
As Voum put away the letter, he and Tama entered a rain which seemed to only encompass a specific area, strange. He heard commotion up ahead, and soon he spotted seven individuals on a dock by a harbor; six of them didn't look much older than he was, but one of them looked like an older man. Also, many seemed to have animal companions like him, but he could identify none save the dog and black horse.
Figuring that this was his destination, Voum approached the group as quietly as possible, but the ground collapsing under his feet still made quite the racket. He dropped his backpack on the ground. "Hey...uhh...I got this letter and-" The second he stepped foot onto the dock, it didn't stand a chance, collapsing immediately under him. Voum fell straight through it and into the water. It was a good thing that it only went up to his waist given that he couldn't swim and likely would never be able to in his life, but the few feet of water didn't slow his impact at all. He landed with a CRUSH, and the resulting vibrations created moderate ripples in the water. Voum trekked slowly back to shore, upset that he got his favorite cargo pants wet. He turned back towards the group. 'Man, these people sure are strange, eh?' In addition to all the odd creatures, one girl had bat-like wings, one boy was wearing a skull mask, and many of them seemed to be carrying weapons for some reason. He summed up his confusion with a very Canadian "Eh?"
(Yeah, don't know why I went so in-depth with the mailman...lel)
