Eretevja Tundra - Withreach
The long boat slowly eeked it's way into the harbor of Withreach. Ice and cold water gently lapped against the side of the boat, swaying it form side to side in a constant rocking motion.
Kol glanced down at the dark waters, frowning for a brief moment before grasping the central mast of the ship and pulling himself up to his feet. Witchreach loomed just a few hundred meters away, the setting sun illuminating every nook and cranny of the village. Torches and lanterns were already glowing, people preparing themselves for the coming night.
Dark clouds loomed above, a storm raging over the ocean just behind his ship.
Kol glanced down at his second, a frown touching his lips for a brief moment before he looked back towards the storm clouds. The storm was a strong one, it's winds more than enough to sink his ship. One needn't be a Sorcerer to realize that. That was why they were here, why they'd taken this detour away from their intended target.
The dark father had cast those clouds into the sky for a reason, Kol was not one to question him. "During the night."
He responded finally before turning back towards Withreach.
"Stay your axes while here." Kol told the twelve other men who had undertaken this journey with him. "We'll not start a war."
Not today.
The long boat slowly eeked it's way into the harbor of Withreach. Ice and cold water gently lapped against the side of the boat, swaying it form side to side in a constant rocking motion.
Kol glanced down at the dark waters, frowning for a brief moment before grasping the central mast of the ship and pulling himself up to his feet. Witchreach loomed just a few hundred meters away, the setting sun illuminating every nook and cranny of the village. Torches and lanterns were already glowing, people preparing themselves for the coming night.
Dark clouds loomed above, a storm raging over the ocean just behind his ship.
"Will the storm pass?"
Kol glanced down at his second, a frown touching his lips for a brief moment before he looked back towards the storm clouds. The storm was a strong one, it's winds more than enough to sink his ship. One needn't be a Sorcerer to realize that. That was why they were here, why they'd taken this detour away from their intended target.
The dark father had cast those clouds into the sky for a reason, Kol was not one to question him. "During the night."
He responded finally before turning back towards Withreach.
"Stay your axes while here." Kol told the twelve other men who had undertaken this journey with him. "We'll not start a war."
Not today.
