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Mini Adventures #1: The Tower in the Glacier

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Silveressa:
Kisanth paused as the wind tore at the words thrown forth by the hunched figure ahead of her, placing a reassuring hand upon Lovers head and gripping her mages staff more firmly, her cloak drawn tight about her against the biting cold. She was surprising to see another living soul in these frozen reaches, but the stranger gave friendly enough greeting, and the weather was far too poor for scoundrels to be anywhere outside of a warm hearth and willing wench regardless.

"We travel north in search of knowledge, but after a day of this devils teeth of a wind we'll settle for a warm fire and cup of mulled wine!" She called back, raising her voice above the driving gale. Travelers this far north were perhaps not as rare as she and Lover had first thought, whether this was good fortune or bad however, had yet to be seen.

Murometz:
The snort of a horse, and a red-bearded, axe-wielding Vanirman comes into view. And from yet another direction, a robed man swathed in a fur-cloak emerges from behind a snow-drift.

Four strangers eye each other from a distance. Four strangers and a wolf...

Pariah:
As Jakh approached the woman and the beast, the closer he got the more sure he was that it was a wolf not a dog, he saw two more figures in the distance.  Thinking back to his childhood training in the Guild he remembered his old master's words, may 16,000 barbarians have their way with the treacherous worm's sister, The Moon Goddess provides the opportunity, but you must be bold in seizing it.

"HAIL YOU TWO, COME CLOSER SO THAT WE DON'T HAVE TO SCREAM OVER THE WINDS TO HEAR EACH OTHER.  IT'S COLDER THAN A WITCH'S TITS IN A BRASS BRASSIERE OUT HERE AND THE SOONER I START MOVING AGAIN THE HAPPIER I'LL BE."

valadaar:
Yethedrir did not question the ways of the gods.  It could be a trap, but that did not bother him.  He grinned at the mans words.  Witches where he came from wore furs, and nothing else..

He rode up closer and dismounted to approach on foot.

Siren no Orakio:
Strangers. Best he complied for the moment, these lands were strange, and he could ill afford to waste a chance for allies. And so Xiahao slipped across the snow, his footprints light, and soon vanishing.

Gathering his cloak tighter about his body for the moment, he raised his face into the wind, a face clearly marking him as a distant foreigner, as did the thick accent as he spoke the common tongue of merchants. "You must have pressing need to be out in cold. I... hunt."

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