With the morning came another note to tack onto a host of other necessities – so it might have been no surprise to find the Sword out amidst the haunting array of timber, hellhound nose in the air. Long strides left him sweeping the grounds of snow, and the occasional portion of memory mud grime, fanning out on particular trails, piercing eyes narrowed as he glanced towards the trees. He half-expected the monstrous spiders, at least the ones the merchants had been complaining about, to descend immediately; man-sized and vicious, waiting to tackle and snag at any unsuspecting passerby. Perhaps they’d yet to linger near him, for he was certainly enlightened with their traits. Or, he merely wasn’t in the right place.
Snorting when none came to meander in his presence, he traversed towards a more open grove portion, where the canopy remained chiseled to one side. Sled and wagon tracks were certainly visible there; hallmarks of travels near and far, but no signs of an obvious struggle or arachnid qualities.
Snorting when none came to meander in his presence, he traversed towards a more open grove portion, where the canopy remained chiseled to one side. Sled and wagon tracks were certainly visible there; hallmarks of travels near and far, but no signs of an obvious struggle or arachnid qualities.
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
