Post by Kabal Tradewinds on Jan 30, 2015 2:19:04 GMT -6
Cold. The tundra like ground froze Kabal to his very core despite the small fire he had lit.
Kabal tugged at the furs on his cloak, a sad attempt to get warm.
He was miserable, his ship and his crew all had sunk to the bottom of lake Ann with only himself surviving, he had managed to get the local bard shrine where he knew he would be safe to sleep for a night. or so he hoped.
lacking in supplies he had only the clothing on his back, a small bag which comprised of 3 days worth of food and a few Frostmarks from the distant land of Mists of the Dawn.
Kabal tugged at the furs on his cloak, a sad attempt to get warm.
He was miserable, his ship and his crew all had sunk to the bottom of lake Ann with only himself surviving, he had managed to get the local bard shrine where he knew he would be safe to sleep for a night. or so he hoped.
lacking in supplies he had only the clothing on his back, a small bag which comprised of 3 days worth of food and a few Frostmarks from the distant land of Mists of the Dawn.