Commander Vulac directed Lavia, as a ragling, to earn her remaining keep with the Lanh by following Clemnilshala on her errand. A priestess made sure to remind her that going along could mean that the Abbess would become pleased should the exile stay amongst the party and go on to the sea with them. This … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 3 Part 10

Meanwhile, the rest of the party was welcomed into the Fox-Eye tavern, half-buried in snow that rained down. Rocks pelted the roof as the fight raged on a cliff’s edge overhead. This place with crawling with all sorts of humans, shiftlings, and dwarves alike. The eynnil of the group huddled together and rattled their hooves … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 3 part 9

Three expeditioneers drew their swords, knives and, in the the case of a lass, musical spoons that she’d been playing in the nights prior. They’d sensed it in the rocks. Samythiel, too, could feel the shift in the stone, an innate thing that all dwarves seemed to know whether they were from the prairies or … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 3 Part 8

Breakfast was comprised of catfish and salted bacon and stale bread with old, dust-flavored, butter on it. Should teach the poor fish to stare from the safety of his watery cradle. He was made of food, and the expeditioneers were hungry. Clemnilshala stretched upward, her joints and knuckles crackled like the wet spots of wood … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 3 Part 7

The sun was tucked behind the mountains and, as though walking through a gauze curtain, a great fatigue fell over the party. The commander dropped to a knee, placing their hands onto the dirt, and panted. A new rope lock was fashioned, wrapping fibers around  themselves through the handles of the gate. Tied round and … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 3 Part 6

The party was afforded an hour to rest and recuperate. Clemnilshala took a blanket and ruffled it over her hair. Drying it until it stood on end in a thousand different directions. A little bit of red came forth from inside her hear canal. She shuddered, shivering with a thin tickle. She held onto Rigmol’s … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 3 Part 5

Clemnilshala’s markings kept her awake all through the night. Her head sagged as she rested her eyes at the very least. Footsteps of a dwarf’s gait roused her attention. She maintained the appearance that she merely slept, hunched over her stag. The soft footfalls ceased, bringing a cloud of painter’s oil in the air. Then, … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 3 Part 4

The party made camp for the night. The magic of the Weilvog hiding behind the crimson gate made Clemnilshala’s tattoos shake on her skin. Shuddering her shoulders. Instead of being able to sleep she consigned herself to squinting at the maps, wondering just when this gate showed up. It had to be after her time … Continue reading Snowy Ground: Chapter 3 Part 3