"By the gods am i just stupid or completely insane. How could i ever thought it would be a good idea to climb a snowy mountain just to talk to the death. Oh if those villagers lied to me i'm gonna slaughter them!" This one could hear from afar, for the man literally yelling that out. He wore combat leather armor paired with basic clothing beneath. To shelter his head he only had the hood of his cloak. It barely was enough to keep snow out but didn't helped against the cold at all. In his thoughts he prayed to each and every singel god he knew that when finally arriving at the top he could actually speak to a dead person from his world. Otherwise he would probably be quite mad and dissapointed. Not that he has any hope in such things at all. He learned that if you always count with the worst to happen you most of the time come out quite happy that it only went really really bad. He somehow managed to climb a little hill on his way when he couldn't believe his eyes. A village. Up here? "Well, that's quite….nice." He started walking fast towards the village but shortly before he could have heard anyone talk the whole village just disappeared. He stood there for a while in silence, slowly letting his view drift over the area. He kneeled down and put a hand inside the snow, while darkness assembled around his arm swarming under the snow. "………………….As i thought, there it is. Would have been quite a disappointment if i really would start seeing fatima morganas. Might as well take it down since im alrea….oh?" He stood up walking towards where the village center would habe been. He draws his sword and using it as a digging tool. After a few seconds he already found what he was looking for. A small wooden box. Clearly cursed to create a fatima morgana. But if it was set here with reason or just lost, he doesn't care. He raised his sword and destroyed the little box. "Well then, time to continue my march." He put his sword away turning to the mountain again when he just saw something weird in the snow. "Oh? Maybe a snimal frozen to death?" He walked towards the strange looking object. But the closer he came the faster he walked until he tried to run which due to the high snow seemed rather weird than in some kind athletic. As he arrived he panicked a bit. There was literally a bunch of hair looking out of the snow. He started digging, but with only his hands it took him quite a few more minutes than it would have with his sword but he didn't wanted to cut whoever was down there. A woman, he digged out mist of her upper body so he could grab her under the arms and pull her out. "Not good, thats not good!" Her lips went blue and her skin was cold as ice. He put his ear close to her nose and mouth. A few seconds nothing happend but then he felt her breath. "My god, quite strong aren't we?" Of course she couldn't answer him, according to the snow that covered her she must have past out at least an hour ago. "Come on, you survived worse things then bad environment." That where his words when he started undressing his upper body. He took the shirt he was wearing and put it over the leather armor she was wearing. "Might helps a bit." He then took his cloak, due to his liking of long cloaks and his body heigh he could easily wrap her in it. He then put back on his armor, threw the woman over his shoulder and went back the way he came. "Where was that damn cave?"

It was quite a trip back, especially hard if you happen to carry someone. It took him about half an hour maybe more to get back to the cave he noticed earlier. Once arrived he was exhausted. He had few energy left in him but he had to start a fire, otherwise they both probably die. He didn't had much with him to possibly start a fire, therefore he had to go back outside, chopping a wood in front of the cave. This went rather fast, it took him 4 powerless exhausted strikes with his greatsword to chop a small tree. He then started chopping it into smaller pieces and carried them back. He used the rest of his energy throwing a fireball at the wet, cold wood. Thankfully it worked. He tried to sleep but he just couldn't. Time pasts untill finally the woman he found started moving. Well at least she's alive. When she started shouting at him he simply stood up and went outside. Leaving a piece of bread and some water behind he warmed up at the fire. He left his sword behind. 

"So you've heard those rumors too?" he tried to keep his voice calm and friendly but it seemed like it just wouldn't work. "I hope they told the truth, otherwise they'll going to have a problem with me if i get back there!" He took a close look at the woman he just saved. Her eyes look tired and her lips are still colored in a deep blue. "I'm gonna go outside to get some more wood, you might want to get closer to the fire. Otherwise you may lose your fingers and toes." He grabbed his sword and took a deep breath, a he exhales you could see a thin smoke like substance in deep black coming out of his mouth. As he realized it he quickly walked out of the cave. As he left he said "A snowstorm is coming and we can't get to the next village in time, so save your energy lady….?"

She noticed the man possesed a certain… Spirit or motive that incited some fear in the elf, it wasnt too hard to sense a rage or hate in a man for her, and it shouldnt be for anyone really if they were just more open minded to others, even with the armor the man wore Sylvia could sense there was something to him, she could see it in the way he moved and the way he spoke. She scuttled closer to the fire before hearing the man speak to her. "… Sylvia, my name is Sylvia Roothearth. And you…?"

"My name is not of importance right now miss sylvia." He spoke those words as he walked outside into the snow. You could already see the storm at the horizon. "I need to hurry, we'll be trapped in this cave for a while…" He got right to work. About half an hour passed as he finally finished another tree. He grabbed as much wood as possible and went back to the cave. As he got near the entrance he heard disturbing noises from inside. He left the wood where he stood and draw his sword as he approaches towards the cave as silent as possible.

When Johannes came back to the cave he'd find that Sylvia was just getting dragged deeper into the cave by horrifying creatures with small bodies bald heads and claw like arms characters. They were gone with the elf before they could be slain though, and shortly after that a massive spider and a bird flew into the cave, giving chase to the creatures.

As he entered the cave with his sword drawn he saw 2 legs dissapearing in the dark at the deeper end of the cave. As soon as he started running towards this spot a giant spider and a bird went into the cave, completely ignoring him. They went after the girl. "Well…that's……weird…" He hadn't much time to think about it and therefore followed them as quickly as possible. It was dark but since he lived in pure darkness longer than anybody would ever be able to endure he hadn't much problems with finding the right path to go. Not because he saw what's around him but because he heard, smelled and felt everything important. His only trusty track are the birds flapping wings. Not only could one hear the echo of those but if a little bit careful you could feel the wind that those wings are pressing through the cave. His only problem at the moment is his lack of most warm clothing he had. Armed with his sword he managed his way to a little crack in a wall in which light pures through.