The Winter Chill

[Abeam 511]

 

                       The howling of the frigid northern winds sound high above the town of St. Karlsburg.  Even in the spring, a steady flurry of snow pelts down on the darkened stone streets, large drifts of the material rising higher than a man on some walls.  The steady beat of a hammer, audible over the din of stamping boots, horses on cobbled road, and general din of towns life; rings out.  A glowing warmth radiates from the smithy, illuminating perhaps the only individual who doesn’t have worries over the sub-zero temperatures.  The frozen valley of Haense has few places to warm one to the bone, but this is one of them.  

                       A sign just out and above the entrance-way reads, “Caleb’s Smithy”, written with a charcoal burning on a thick spruce plank.  Caleb Von Crider was among the many members of the Barbanov Expedition northwards, to carve out some semblance of order in the mightiest mountain range in the known world.  Two weeks journey, almost due north of Johannesburg, two days alone just to cross the valley from the Spine to the southern foothills of the Metterden.  Lying the shadow of that great peak, the House Seat of Barbanov, capital of Haense, and Protector of the Northern reaches, St. Karlsburg thrives; even in the winter chill.

    

[Hiebe 2493]

Dwain Irongut on his expeditions to the surfaces stops by the city and roams about. Taking in the northern men style of building, he stops at the tavern and gets a mug of ale. At least these north men are able to brew something good enough to drink and are somewhat honorable. He thinks of all the people he has met to far in the north and nods, grunting at the fact he thinks most of them are good people.

[Enyahs V. 173]

Abrielle Amador sits at home curled up in her thick fur coat still rubbing her hands over the fire "**** the cold" she chants while shivering.

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Osgod sits in the corner of the city tavern smoking an old Akovian cigar, smiling as he watches his fellows make merry.

[Andustar 4143]

Nicholas would look out at the icy fields of the north, his cloak and armor decorated by the freshly laid snow as he watches over the land he guards.

[Wendigo 786]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.