Role

Chapter 24

The northern mountains rise up on either side of the canyon, their rocky peaks
piercing the clouds. The sheer walls of the canyon drop down hundreds of feet,
the bottom obscured by shadows and a thin layer of mist. Making way across it,
the distant rumble of water fills the air.

The river far below churns and froths, the current so strong it creates
whirlpools and eddies. The sound of the water echoes off the walls of the
canyon, creating a cacophony of noise. Despite the chaos of the river, the
bottom of the canyon is eerily still.

The silty bottom is undisturbed, the only movement the occasional flicker of a
fish or the swaying of a plant. The colors of the canyon are muted, the only
pops of brightness coming from the occasional patch of colorful flowers or the
glint of a piece of quartz. Nearing either side causes the sound of the
rushing water to fade, the current to grow weaker and the echoes to diminish.
Departing causes everything to fall near-silent, the only sound being made
from moving out of the pass.