neron
Ready or not, here they came. Biting chill and bitter winds met those who would step through the portal into the patch of the world called Halo - and more fool them for imagining that they might stroll wherever they liked unimpeded. With luck they would not walk too far out of the portal, lest they meet the cold steel point of one of several dozen spears levelled at the group.
The soldiers holding the spears were dressed for the extreme weather - and oh, but it was extreme. The portal opened into a vast cave system, through which a blistering gale howled and moaned. Icicles hung like fangs from the cavern ceilings, and all signs pointed to a blizzard raging beyond.
”State your place of origin and the purpose of your entry here.” A voice colder than the world around them rang out, and the soldiers parted to make way for him. Dressed from head to toe in solemn black, the Hailstorm stepped forward.
”Speak quickly, and do not mince your words. Halo does not tolerate dithering.”
Then, looking up, a crack appeared in the frozen facade - twin met twin, face to face, for the first time in years. ”My, my. But it’s only little lost Loren.”
The soldiers holding the spears were dressed for the extreme weather - and oh, but it was extreme. The portal opened into a vast cave system, through which a blistering gale howled and moaned. Icicles hung like fangs from the cavern ceilings, and all signs pointed to a blizzard raging beyond.
”State your place of origin and the purpose of your entry here.” A voice colder than the world around them rang out, and the soldiers parted to make way for him. Dressed from head to toe in solemn black, the Hailstorm stepped forward.
”Speak quickly, and do not mince your words. Halo does not tolerate dithering.”
Then, looking up, a crack appeared in the frozen facade - twin met twin, face to face, for the first time in years. ”My, my. But it’s only little lost Loren.”
lay your hand on me, one last time
