27: The Short Way North.

Sallas had estimated the group could spare another week. This turned out to be rather far from the truth, as the group was packed and ready to move in a little over two days leaving them with five days and nothing to do. The group reluctantly gathered on the third morning, cold, irritated and apprehensive,…

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26: The Calm and the Storm

Shep read aloud to the group in a commanding tone, his voice filling the very corners of the room. He looked every bit a bard telling a sombre story, though his face was smeared with ugly anger. "By order of his grand majesty, High King Daen Harold Sweyn Bordlham the second, Ruler of the Hundred…

25: Winter, In Short.

Winter began well, the first snows were light and the north wind was rather gentle. It was the best weather anyone could ask for a winter festival, as the people of Riverend agreed. They prepared to celebrate the coming end of a year with coloured banners and impressive bonfires. Tavern doors stood open and the…

24: Peace Talks

Isiri breathed a cold lungful of air, releasing it in a plume of white frost. Winter was ready to grip the land, its snowy white fingers were already beginning to show. The ground was already gently powdered with fresh snow, soon enough it would grow thicker until even travelling outside the guild hall was impossible.…

23: New Faces

Nearly two hours later, Ayrin finally located his shirt. He went to the twins, following Shep. After first commenting on the cruel scar across Ayrin's body, they said they had given it to someone they called "The Caretaker" Finding this man was what took most of those hours. When Ayrin left the small stone room…

22: No Answers

The black gave way like fog swept out by swift wind and Ayrin found himself at the mercy of frightful dreams. That smile tormented him, that thing, demon, monster. Whatever it was. He cried out, but nobody heard him, he thrashed and clawed at the smiling thing but could never seem to reach it. He…

21: The Hunter’s Guild

The sword pressed into Ayrin's throat, the cold metal steady in Shep's hands. Ayrin put his hands up as if surrendering. Ayrin stepped back, feeling the cold stone of the wall against his back. Shep's eyes seemed unfocused or at least focused elsewhere, he did not make a move save a step to close the…

20: In Halls of Stone

The cold and rain that surrounded Ayrin vanished suddenly, the winter snow replaced with a lesser cold, the cold of stone held at bay by a fire that crackled and popped with a tender warmth. Other than that, silence. No, not silence there was a very soft sound, breathing, calm and quiet. The sound of…

19: Needles of Frost

The group had no time to talk, they mounted up, Isiri received her blade, freshly dripping with holy oils and smelling faintly of rosemary. he checked the edge before belting it, sharp as a razor. They rode slowly within the city, the morning bustle of activity preventing anything beyond a slow trot. Sallas lead the…

18: The Icy Winter of an Empty Mind

White, the white of snow, frost in the air and fog on the ground. everything was white. Even the usual green of the sparse trees seemed to wither to opacity, colour beaten back by unrelenting winter. The sun, usually warm and welcoming reflected daggers off of the snow, turning the white into a blinding glare.…