[Quest: At the Plateau]

[flailofthelord]

[OOC: assume it's been a few days since the plans were made. Spent journeying towards the cliffs]The cliffs appear to represent a single freak occurence of a single volcanic intrusion. Any geologists in the partu would recognise basalt: fine grained, red cliffs striated vertically. At places they reach up to a thousand feet in height, and near the

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[cpttightpants]

Mal looked up at the tall cliffs. He'd fought a few battles in the war in cliffs like these so getting around and through and over the smaller ones shouldn't pose too much of a problem. The taller ones would be very difficult.

He squinted his eyes as he eyed the tallest, most steep and jagged of the cliffs and for a moment, thought that going around might be a better option.

Can do this... Never back down from anything.

"We can do this." He said aloud to no one in particular and nodded.

[deathonnahorse]

Methos looks up. And up.

"Right. Of course. And... how, exactly?"

[cpttightpants]

"Well... got rope. Enough grooves it looks like we got a few footand handholds here and there. Gonna climb."

Mal points up the main cliff. "Conjure we can get a rope goin' across to that smaller cliff. That'll be the tricky part. Gettin' the rope over there and gettin' across." His eyes narrow again in a squint. "Or we can just go straight up. Gotta be a cave somewhere for restin' when we're needin' it."

He looks sideways to Methos. "This is not the best idea ever." He quips jokingly.

[11th_countess]

"No. It isn't," Lara agrees dryly. She trains her eyes up, looking at the basalt, where the fractures lie, where the ledges are, and finally settling on the pinnacle.

"Unfortunately, I fear it may be task at hand. I don't relish the thought of all of us free climbing this monster, though. Perhaps Steph or I should go up and see what lies up a bit?"