Price of Honor | Part Three
A crumbled up letter, smudged at the edges with soot lay discarded outside of the guard barracks within New Ashen.
"Mother,
Routines and events around the Outlook are... Different now.
Orders only come late at night or the early hours before dawn now. Hushed directions whispered between the captain and the quartermaster that seem to distance himself from myself and my comrades when we get brief respite around the fire..."
2 days ago
The Price of Honor | Part Two
"Mother,
Something happened tonight. Something that is sitting poorly with me as the hours wind on..."
May 14
Price of Honor | Part One
They posted me to the northern watchroad just outside of the Outlook. It is not grand work, but at least it’s honest. Better than...
Apr 27
The Pining Frost | Final Letter
I found Saelith.
She stood at the heart of the clearing past trees that had become contorted by the dark. Saelith was barefoot upon...
Apr 9
The Pining Frost | Part Six
There is still no sign of Saelith.
Not the sound of her footsteps, nor the warmth of her voice.
I followed her prints until they staggered, one step sinking deep into the black soil as if she lost her stride, but then a few paces further the shapes become... Wrong.
Mar 27
The Pining Frost | Part Five
Feathers lie scattered, frozen within the skies forever locked in a motionless descent. Then, deeper still, I found a kilmei...
Mar 17
The Pining Frost | Part 4
Saelith has gone.
Not a foot print, nor signs of struggle within our homestead. There was only a thin trail of frost leading toward...
Mar 6
