Nerd In the North 6-26

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The scent of rosewater was losing the war. Soft hands, spotted with age and wizened with time, rested atop a polished wood cane, her breaths shallow and measured as she sat in the comfort of her heavy oak wheelhouse. The perfume dabbed carefully atop her wrists and beneath her collarbone had been a respite, one…

II-23: The Bard III – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – As dusk melded into the frigid darkness of the North, the wintry shroud enveloped the rugged terrain, snuffing out the dying light save for the sporadic flickers of hearth fires that punctuated the landscape. Nestled within…

The village reeked of old death, burned wood, and the sickly stench of blood half-covered by ice and ash. It had been at least a week since the fires died, but the scent clung to the air, thick and suffocating, like a wound that refused to heal. Greg pulled his blue cloak tighter around himself,…

3-14: Dreadful II – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Guts smirked, leaning back like they weren’t sitting in the middle of a freezing, exposed ruin surrounded by god-knows-how-many enemies. “We don’t have walls. Of course we’re exposed. It’s war.” Greg didn’t answer. his fingers curled absently…

II-10: A New Sun  – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – He walked through the dense forest, boots crunching over leaves and twigs that snapped like tiny bones, the damp air heavy with the scent of pine and earth that reminded him way too much of summer…