winter

War had come to the Valen Wilds. Well, they called it a war, but in reality it was more like a series of distinct border skirmishes involving several Lords and Ladies that had, by all accounts, started to escalate. 'So, a war?' Turning his head, Syr Faramund, Sworn-Knight of Anathaeum, raised...

The days had grown cooler, and shorter. More and more the Sun was hidden behind an overcast sky, and snow fell from above. Like today. Sat atop a horse-drawn carriage, layered in white furs, Erën took a moment to turn his eyes up. He never tired of watching the snow fall gently like this, and...