Tormented by the slaughter of his family, Rohain is clawed into a secret war between those of the moon and the immortals. Daniella, unable to live a prisoner any longer, escapes into a frozen world more terrifying and cruel than she had ever imagine...
Caws of ravens echo through darkness that enshrouds the world. Through icy fog a cave hollow glows like a ship through the storm.
Circling the roaring fire, eyes and fangs glow primal white. Brenn roars as she swings her runed axe against Agnaars raised shield followed by another and another. Agnaar takes her throat, lifting and launching into the wall. Brenn stands right hand empty, gripping a rock she throws full might. Evading, he steps in unsheathing his axe in a throwing motion and catching by the blade end and swings the leather wrapped black oak like a club. Brenn's shield rises against a barrage of attacks. Agnaars claws wrap over the top and pull the shield away to force an opening. Brenn counters with a precise three strike combo, drawing blood from a smirk.
Brenn smirks back "having fun?" She asks, swinging an elbow. Angnaar's chin knocks left as he reaches through for a hard straight punch that knocks Brenn down almost landing her in the fire.
Fenrir rises like a fire, wounds of his torso barely healed. Agnaar's white glow looks into Fenrir's, they nod.
Holding his hand out, Brenn pushes his hand away to stand on her own, dusting herself off. "It's time."
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Burning through shadows of the wooden web, two torches unveil a frozen footpath.
"Have you ever noticed how peaceful this forest is during the day but how unsettling it becomes at night?" Asks Jamal, wobbling side to side on his horse.
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"It's probably just the parts we pass during the day are different from what we pass through at night." Replies Amaia who is more concerned with intrusive insects than conversation.
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"I don't think so, we have been using this route for years. Speaking of trees, why do you never come into Silver Trees whenever we trade there?"
"Why are you asking me now?" Amaia asks, waving her hands to fight off whatever is drawn to her light.
"I don't know. I remember the first time, that guy never even managed to curse once before you decided to wait outside. I suppose I never asked because it might have been something personal."
