The young man blew into his hands, the hot air from his lungs temporarily warming his fingers as he rubbed them together to fight off the chill. The fire in front of him was small, but it was starting to grow, the cold wind making it grow faster. “Usually doesn’t get this cold this time of the year,” the young man muttered to himself. He was tall, with blond hair that was just on the side of shaggy. Pale with green eyes, he had an athletic build that was hidden under the warm cloak currently draped around him. An eagle eyed observer might notice the armor beneath the cloak, an unusual green color. He sat on a strange looking chair by the campfire he had started, warming himself. Next to the chair was a simple looking bag that looked too small to have produced the chair, along with two different longswords. One looked ornate, it’s hilt designed almost like a grasping claw around the sheath. The other looked plain and ordinary, nothing fancy about it at all. As the fire grew, the blond
It could have been the same grungy bar in any of the myriad of systems that dotted the frontier. A mediocre pastels of browns and grays, angry, burly looking figures drinking loudly and boisterously.
Then she walked in, a vibrant splash of color as she moved through the bar, causing it to grow silent as reactions to her presence went. Red hair streamed down her back, contrasting to her green dress which hugged her figure, looking completely oblivious to the looks she was getting as she moved up to the front of the bar, smiling towards the barkeep, who unlike his patrons looked completely nonplussed.
“Can I help you?” the barkeep
Cold Iron Chronicles - III by AGodofIrony, literature
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Cold Iron Chronicles - III
“A prison?” Connor asked, looking concerned as he looked around.
“Yah... explains why this wasn't found until recently,” Edda said, looking over the stone work now, running his hands over a wall.
“Why's that?” Sergeant Jint asked, “I thought the dwarves had to give up the location of all their strongholds when their King surrendered, back at the end of the Dwarven War.”
“Th-that's obviously a lie.”
Everyone turned, the dwarven expert Fredson the soldiers had with them finally speaking up. He coughed, then straightened his robes, “We know that they did not surrender al