Post by dbkillerex on Mar 26, 2017 15:46:47 GMT -5
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I raised my arm to shield my face, the winds howled relentlessly in my ears and my eyes saw none but the white of snow cover the earth for miles on end. I brushed off the thin layer of ice which formed over my gear and trudged on, praying for what precious little respite the gods could spare me. It did not amount to much.
"Frostbite" was a term I heard much of in my youth, only now do I feel how true that term may prove to be. It feels as if the world itself had sunk its fangs into the patches of my exposed skin, my barely covered hands turned cold and stiff to move- All the while it stung and burned as if the veins under their surface were coursing with wildfire. I'd thought twice to lop them off altogether, but I wouldn't be much of an adventurer unarmed, in such way or the other.
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"Let me tell you a story, little one" He finally let out, in-between violent coughs. I could hardly hide my excitement to heed his offering, nor my shame as I thought /I will, as long as you don't drop dead in the middle of it/. Grum was an old man, his low voice was ragged with sickness and his fits of choking on his own spit weren't much help. I took shelter in his house from the storm, sat at his fireplace and broke bread with him. As far as northern traditions go, we're friends.
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I raised my arm to shield my face, the winds howled relentlessly in my ears and my eyes saw none but the white of snow cover the earth for miles on end. I brushed off the thin layer of ice which formed over my gear and trudged on, praying for what precious little respite the gods could spare me. It did not amount to much.
"Frostbite" was a term I heard much of in my youth, only now do I feel how true that term may prove to be. It feels as if the world itself had sunk its fangs into the patches of my exposed skin, my barely covered hands turned cold and stiff to move- All the while it stung and burned as if the veins under their surface were coursing with wildfire. I'd thought twice to lop them off altogether, but I wouldn't be much of an adventurer unarmed, in such way or the other.
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"Let me tell you a story, little one" He finally let out, in-between violent coughs. I could hardly hide my excitement to heed his offering, nor my shame as I thought /I will, as long as you don't drop dead in the middle of it/. Grum was an old man, his low voice was ragged with sickness and his fits of choking on his own spit weren't much help. I took shelter in his house from the storm, sat at his fireplace and broke bread with him. As far as northern traditions go, we're friends.
"-
