Eragon, Where Dragons dare

[Cracklord]

Elric
Marcos sighed. "I have power, but it is all I can do to keep them from forcing their way through the wards. I need you to stop whatever he is doing."' He sighs. "Even you would be unable to defeat him, Elric. It is beyond almost all who came after. And your people are bound to his, you yourself a no match for him."

Divlish
The pass is slow and treacherous, winding and frequently comes to dead ends. You are almost caught in an avalanche, barely manage to avoid falling into a canyon twice, and trapped once. it's like the mountains are actively trying to discourage you. You are perhaps two thirds of the way across, when a bunch of figures emerge from hiding places, all pointing bows at you. Most are humans, but one or two seem to be other races.
"What is your buisness?" Asks a dwarf with an enormous red beard, and wild eyes. "Elf?" He adds, in a voice that would melt steel.