#peleaga

[autumnmobile12]

“Can you remember when you brought me to the Retezat Mountains, Seras?”

“I can.”

“Can you remember how we chased the red and roe deer in our wolf forms and when we rolled in the rhododendrons and heather?”

“I can.”

“And how we climbed Vârful Peleaga and hunted with the owls at night.”  Her brother tightened his arm around her shoulders.  “I’m going to take you back there someday.  We’ll run among the spruce and fir trees again, and hunt with the owls and wolves.  We’ll live in the caverns along the rivers or we can build a home.  And nothing will ever hurt us again.”

[tangleweave]

Kamar-Taj was not the first stronghold of Terran sorcerers; it was merely the most recently constructed one. As humanity had continued to grow and advance, needs for privacy and seclusion had grown more urgent over the centuries. The question of just how far humanity was willing to go to push out those not like everyone else had been persistently broached through the ages. And with troubling consistency, it had been answered in the most resoundingly negative terms available. Co-existence was a myth, a story told at night, a bad joke whose punchline was painfully literal.

Sorcerers live in seclusion. As do mutants. As do aliens of extraterrestrial… and even extradimensional… origin. But certain people have always known about all three demographics living quietly on this planet. It's been to everyone's good fortune that they were largely the right people to have this information. The newest iteration of a world security organization -- SWORD now, rather than SHIELD -- had been tasked with identifying and tracking threats considered to be "Avenger level", and with the new SABER space station, now had the ability to wrangle information from galactic neighbors and allies.

The twenty-first century had seen Earth take its first steps into the galactic community… with all the stumbling and collapsing of an infant. Not that much better could be expected.

But if there was any advantage to be described, it was that SWORD was not eschewing the extraordinary people and organizations within its realm of contact in order to conduct its mission. So when an emergency meeting had been called to discuss a potential spacecraft crash-landing in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania, it was Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, who had sat in as the ranking representative of Earth's most well-known mystical community.

SABER's readings on the vessel had already shown that its configuration and metallurgy were unlike anything constructed on Earth. That meant extraterrestrials. And an alien vessel crashing to Earth would have been fallen under SWORD's jurisdiction -- except for the energy readings. The ship's hull was virtually aglow with residual extradimensional energy. The ship had breached a multiversal boundary.

And that made it unlikely to have come from here.

Stephen hadn't needed any further convincing.

He needs only a smattering of moments to examine the satellite imagery in order to gain a proper understanding of the coordinates and the local landscape. Merely a clear mental image to conjure the far point of the portal; fortunately, between SWORD's pictures and Google Maps, he's well taken care of. With sling ring adorning his fingers and an arcing swipe of his arm, he carves a hole through space, adjoining the meditation chamber to a point a mere football field's distance from the crash site. The crimson Cape of Levitation bears him aloft through the passage, instantly depositing him five hundred meters up the southern face of Peleaga.

The crash site itself is instantly obvious. The vessel's front end is all but buried in the side of the mountain, and who can even tell what it was originally supposed to look like? Even the sleek lines that remain relatively intact are already engulfed in flames that burn orange and red, with occasional bursts of white sparks from some unknown source in a dark hollow in the interior. A cloud of black smoke rises from the flames, ejecting into the chill mountain air. It will draw attention soon enough, but at least the Southern Carpathians are remote enough as to avoid any population centers. He would like to hope that the pilot was being considerate in that regard.

Stephen is just about to consider opening a portal into the mid-Atlantic to douse the vessel and extinguish the flames when he hears strained coughing nearby. His medical instincts take over as he springs into action, circling about to locate the source. It doesn't take long, though it comes from far closer to the fire than Stephen would like -- and, of course, closer to the billowing smoke, already carrying on the biting wind.

He starts making a series of mental notes as he approaches. The being is bipedal. Humanoid. Prostrate on the ground, a good thirty feet away from the vessel, and there's evidence through the dirt that they had dragged themself away from the rear hatch -- so they hadn't been forcibly ejected, nor had they managed to eject before impact. While he knows precious little about starship systems, he's seen enough Star Trek to know that if there's no manner of inertial dampening system aboard, this person will have experienced a crushing amount of G-force. Blunt force trauma, broken and/or shattered bones, internal injuries…

They lift their head just enough for Stephen to see a face. And not only does that face look… remarkably human…

He might as well be looking into a twisted mirror.

He allows only one moment of wonder at the sight of the face that looks back at him in confusion and clear pain. Blood-smeared and crusted with dirt and ash, this was the face of a man in agony, for obvious reasons.

He begins to talk. Perhaps this person is human and can understand English... or perhaps he has a universal translator. "My name is Doctor Stephen Strange. I'm here to render assistance. Can you understand me?"

@tangleweave plotted starter

It hurts. That's the first thought that pops up inside a mind that's blank otherwise. There's nothing happening; Vast darkness surrounding a point of existence that has neither legs nor arms, perhaps not even a mouth or a pair of eyes.

But by god, does it hurt.

Ka'anh - that's his name, right? - has gone through a lot during his life. He has experienced pain on a daily basis, he knows how to handle it, he knows how to endure the suffering that comes with each and every single wave of it.

And yet, he thinks that this pain he experiences is... more severe. It's different. It's perhaps the worst he's felt yet, and something inside the darkness he resides within tells him that this pain brings a fatal ending to a written story.

Maybe it does. Maybe that's how it will end, he thinks to himself.

How did it start, though?

He tries to remember. The darkness shifts a bit, but remains close, lingering on top of him like a heavy blanket. He remembers sounds, pictures; Kill him, they've said. End him, he's not worth it.

He'd been afraid, he remembers that as well. Had made a decision, had finally figured out how bad things truly were and that this moment, this second, would decide about his fate. Was Ka'anh supposed to die, or would he continue to life? It had been his decision to make; He didn't want to die without putting up a fight.

He was made to fight, so he did precisely that: He fought.

And, somehow, he'd managed to free himself. He remembers the pain shooting through his back, literally so, as bullets made of plasma cut through his tissue and sensitive nerve-endings; He remembers how he gasped for air as he broke a living being's sternum with the weight of his own body, the pressure of a heavy boot. He remembers how he ripped a weapon out of another one's grasp and smashed the butt of it against a face, teeth and bones shattering, sending blood flying through the air.

Ka'anh remembers that he's made it; In the end, he's stayed alive, despite his injuries. He's fled, and he's captured a shuttle to fly into space with.

But now he's here. Somehow, he's somewhere else, he assumes; The darkness around him wobbles and begins to fade, and he realizes he's still very much made of legs and arms, and all four hurt. One hurts the most - his left leg, and he isn't sure whether he can even move any of them to begin with.

Open your eyes, something tells him. Open your eyes and take a look, free yourself from the nothingness, assess the damage and go on!Fight, you have been made to do that, after all. Fight, continue to work your way up and out. Fight, because you won't die without putting up one.

Ka'anh fights and opens his eyes, which he still possesses, thank god. Colors start to appear, a brightness that's much too intense and makes him groan from between a set of clenched teeth; His sense of smell returns, at least somewhat, and the scent that floods his nostrils is made of copper, burned flesh and molten metal.

He's in so much pain - so, so much. Squeezing his eyes shut once again, he grunts, huffing out a breath before taking in another; His lungs rattle as he does. An internal injury, most likely one or two broken ribs that have stabbed his lungs and fill them with blood. He tries to focus but his head is swimming, and he wonders if he's suffering from a serious brain-injury.

It would make sense, he realizes: he's crash-landed his shuttle onto another planet.

Yes, he remembers. The... thing that had appeared in the vastness of space, like a tear forming in reality, sucking him in, causing his vessel to malfunction, to be thrown toward another planet he's never seen before---

Ka'anh moans out as his head keeps pounding in sync with his heartbeat; It feels like as if it gets stabbed, over and over again. Tears flow freely from the corners of his eyes - or is it blood? he doesn't know - and as much as he tries, he just can't get up. He turns his head, blinks his eyes open, but - once again - just spots blurry colors, a brightness surrounding him that's too much to take, so he closes them.

He lies on his stomach, on what must be dirt, and he can feel something brush along his form - wind, perhaps. Most sounds he can listen to are muffled, including his own pathetic groans and grunts, but he thinks he can hear a fire burning somewhere to his right.

Must be his shuttle, destroyed and in flames, he thinks.

He needs to get up. He needs to... somehow... he has to...

[adventureguyro]

Amazing sunset seen from 2509m. 🌄 . . . #peleaga #varfulpeleaga #retezatmountains #retezatnationalpark #retezat #carpathianmountains #muntiicarpati #muntiiretezat #mountains #mountainlove #muntiinostri #sky #skycolors #skyline #skylovers #apus #romania🇹🇩 #romania #romaniatravel #românia #romaniamagica #turism #fujifilm #adventureguyro #adventurers #adventure #hikingtrails #hiking #camping #trekking (la Vârful Peleaga, Munții Retezat) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGiEI97JAJc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hory-pole-blesky]

It's missing Retezat o'clock <3

[ID: First picture shows Mount Peleaga over the Bucura lake, standing proud in the middle of the image. There is a hiking trail visible along the ridge on the left. Second picture shows a spiky top of a mountain shrouded in clouds. Third photo is a view of Lake Bucura from Mount Peleaga with many beautiful mountains around. End ID]

[simple-happiness-channel]

Peleaga glacial lake. Retezat Mountains, Romania #mountains #romaniatravel

[eduardantontography]

Seventh shot from my photo series “Parang 1.0”. Peleaga summit. View from Parang ski resort

[thesurrealeast]

Peleaga’s Eastern Face. Retezat Mountains. 2017

[ellacmn]

Grupa Retezat-Godeanu a Carpatilor Meridionali

Grupa Retezat-Godeanu a Carpatilor Meridionali

Limite și vecini: N – Masivul Poiana Rusca S – Subcarpatii Getici, Podisul Mehedinti E – Grupa Parang, Valea Jiului V – Muntii Banatului, Culoarul Timis-Cerna Relief Altitudinea maximă: 2509m (Vf. Peleaga) Masivitate: mare, depresiuni la margini Roci: dure, cristaline, sedimentare Tipuri de relief: glaciar, cu forme glaciare, vai si circuri glaciare, carstice (chei,…

[visitkezdi]

📷Regards Hiking guide Barna Bereczki ⠀ ⠀ '(EN) - Moments from 🗺 Retezat Mountais. For years I would like to go back in late autumn, to take pictures from ridges and lakes at sunset and sunrise. Somehow I cannot succeed with this ... and this year the waters washed away the road to Peleaga meadow.⠀ (HU) - Pillanatok a 🗺 Retyezátból. Évek óta készülök visszamenni ősszel, és napnyugtakor meg napkeltekor fotózgatni a gerincekről, tópartokról. Valahogy mindig kimarad ... ráadásul idén a Peleága rétre vezető útat is elmosta a víz.⠀ (RO) - Momente din 🗺 Retezat. De ani buni vreau sa urc toamna, si sa fac poze la apus si rasarit de pe creste sau pe la lacuri. Nicicum nu-mi iese ... si anul acesta si drumul catre Poiana pelegii a fost luat de torente.'⠀ ⠀ #landscapephotography #trasylvanianturism #traveladdict #ig_romania #transylvania #instagood #ig_europe #naturelover #vacation #explore #travel #discover #nature #passionpassport #bbctravel #visualsoflife #ecotour #LonelyPlanet #naturepictures #naturephotography #excellent_nature #intothewild #neverstopexploring #exploretheworld #welivetoexplore #nature_perfection #naturelove #natureza #naturepic #natureporn (at Retezat Mountains) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo9YLTchOlC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1hka7gzbklnw0

[travelgurus]

Frozen in Time by Nagy Lehel at Peleaga peak, Retezat Follow @travelgurus for the best Tumblr landscapes

[trip2jannah-blog]

Retezat National Park is a must for passionate hikers and wilderness enthusiasts. It’s a true Carpathian rock fortress with 20 peaks over 2,000 meters and a maximum altitude of 2,509 meters on Peleaga Peak, the third highest in Romania. Hiking in Retezat National Park is a one of a kind experience as its trails are bordered by over 80 glacial lakes and tarns, including the largest of this kind in Romania, Bucura (8,8 hectares) and the deepest, Zanoaga (29 meters). . . . #romania#halaltravel#hiking https://www.instagram.com/p/BuywP5dnivr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lqqkd76sejmh

[adventureguyro]

Looking for another adventure.🧭 Pentru a doua oară aici, de data aceasta întămpinând condiții mult mai solicitante. Dar a meritat fiecare minut de efort pentru priveliștea care îți taie respira��ia. . . . #adventureguyro #adventureguy #adventure #altitude #mountains #romania🇹🇩 #romania #romaniatravel #romaniamagica #romaniapitoreasca #romaniamea #romaniafrumoasa #photooftheday #photographylovers #fujifilm #fujifilmxe3 #fujifilmxseries #fujifilmglobal #cloudyday #rainyday #rain #muntiicarpati #muntiiretezat #muntiinostri #awesome #ig_romania #igdaily #igtravel #igers #igromania (la Vârful Peleaga, Munții Retezat) https://www.instagram.com/p/CG2qWl5pQFK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mountainjourney]

Avalanche Kills 2 Teen Mountain Climbers In Retezat Mountains In Romania

Sad news from Romania...

National Park Retezat, Romania – On April 22, 2017 two teens were killed and 5 others were injured in an avalanche while trekking with their fathers near Lake Bucura while attempting to climb Peleaga Peak (2509 meters) in the Retezat National Park in Romania (EuroNews.com).

Avalanche | Pixabay Image

Over 50 people were on the mountain at the time of the incident (Romania-Insider.com). The…

[smartseo4you]

New Post has been published on Ziarul tau online

Tragedia din Munții Retezat ajunge la Procuratură

Doi copii alpiniști multipli campioni mondiali și europeni, Dor Geta Popescu și Eric Gulacsi, au murit sâmbătă, în avalanșa din Munții Retezat. Procurorii au deschis un dosar penal pentru ucidere din culpă, iar primele date ale anchetei arată că părinții celor doi copii campioni ar putea fi găsiți vinovați de tragedie. Pericolul de avalanșă fusese anunțat de autorități.

Trupurile celor doi copii alpiniști au fost recuperate de salvamontiștii și jandarmii montani, ieri, după o operațiune foarte dificilă, în Munții Retezat, unde s-a produs o avalanșă în cursul zilei de sâmbătă. Cei doi copii care au fost înghițiți de avalanșă, Dor Geta Popescu (14 ani) și Eric Gulacsi (13 ani) reușiseră până la momentul tragediei să doboare record după record, urcând pe cele mai înalte varfuri din lume. Se aflau într-un grup de şapte alpinişti, pe traseul Peleaga – Bucura, când zăpada s-a desprins. Tatăl băiatului mort şi sora lui abia au scăpat cu viaţă, iar alți trei alpiniști din grup au fost răniți. Cu două zile în urmă fusese dată o avertizare de avalansă în Retezat, însă părinţii au ignorat pericolul iminent. Ovidiu Bodeanu, șeful Salvamont Hunedoara, a declarat că este foarte probabil ca avalanșa să fi fost provocată de un grup de 51 de turiști care au mers pe creasta muntelui și probabil au dislocat zăpada. Același grup a fost martor la tragedie, iar oamenii au sunat imediat la 112. Salvatorii montani îi consideră iresponsabili pe cei care ignoră avertismentele de avalanșă, mai ales dacă își pun copiii în pericol.

Din primele date ale anchetei, responsabili ar fi părinții celor doi copii alpiniști, pentru că au ignorat avertismentele autorităților. Procurorii au deschis un dosar penal in rem, pentru ucidere din culpă.

O echipă formată din salvamontiști și jandarmi montani au recuperat ieri trupurile celor doi copii, în condițiile în care în Retezat vântul care viscolea zăpada bătea cu 80 km/h

Sursa articol jurnalul.ro

, sursa articol https://blogville.ro/tragedia-din-muntii-retezat-ajunge-la-procuratura/

[fratilescu]

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Back to roots ! Connecting with mother nature ! #3h #hebohemi (at Peleaga) https://www.instagram.com/p/B11j350ChUg/?igshid=1vkb4jkv6za8y