"The DEVIL is real"
Dragonlords of Karaton 8“Come,” Jiron invited, turning from them and nearly vanishing from sight as they lost track of dark tanned skin. “This way. I have sheltered not far from here these last nights.”Dragonlords of Karaton 8 by ~DoorTraveler
Alimus looked at the others, shrugged, and followed her voice. Serokin whispered into his ear, “Now who’s too trusting?” He glared at her but said nothing, and Mal kept close to them, keeping his sword and his eye on their new acquaintance, not wanting to lose her shape in the snow fall again. Olly came last, showing only an indifferent expression.
Jiron’s shelter was a tight cluster of trees with interlacing branches covered in snow, making a fort beneath them as the snow piled up and over the branches. She waved them through a tunnel of packed ice and they found that beneath the branches no snow had fallen, or had been cleared away. Once they were all inside, all eyes were on her, and her uniform which was now a curious shade of silver. Olly nodded to himself,
Dragonlords of Karaton 7Kona was heavy on Alimus’s mind after their immediate danger had passed. Serokin caught him looking eastward to the Caravan road as they walked, and although she could understand the distraction, her thoughts were still with Thom and what had happened back at the farm. They walked well into the night, making it halfway up the mountain before stopping under an over pass which local hunters used as a blind. After Alimus explained the hunters were no friends of the army, Malcor and Follin decided it was safe enough to chance.Dragonlords of Karaton 7 by ~DoorTraveler
“Is there any way over this mountain besides the road?” Malcor asked, lighting a fire behind a short wall of stone that would hide the flames from the entrance. It was snowing again, so he hoped their pursuers wouldn’t spot the light on the walls.
“Not in the winter,” Alimus replied. “That’s why the caravan uses it. Usually they take the High Pass, on the other side of this mountain to the west. Mom said before t
Dragonlords of Karaton 6Mal hushed the others and put his ear to the door. The soldiers were inside, but it didn’t smell like they had set fire to anything yet. Probably something to do with the Warding he had found. They couldn’t go out that way without a fight, and he wasn’t keen on finding one—especially now that Olly said he had another way to get to the trees. The mercenary shut the door and looked around the room. “We’ll have to go through the window.”Dragonlords of Karaton 6 by ~DoorTraveler
Alimus immediately looked down at the dog. “Temur can’t go that way.”
“And a mutt as loud as yours might draw attention anyway.”
“He’s not a mutt!”
“Definitely not,” Olly agreed, much to Mal’s frustration. “However, Mal is right in the respect Temur cannot come with us. We travel with magic—a magician, a dragonlord, spinwheel metal, and talismans. A Kainyn will only intensify that magic, making us easier to spot.”
Dragonlords of Karaton 5Temperatures in Hotem ranged from mildly humid in the summer to frozen solid in the winter. There seemed to be very little middle ground, especially in Whitefall, for once the snow began to fall it tended to keep falling until the entire village was walled in. This was, in a way, why they gathered at the inn, taking turns to shovel passages between homes and the inn and other need-to-go places. Their efforts that day were stalled as a storm blew through, rearranging the snow, threatening the shutters on the windows, and most importantly keeping them inside the tavern.Dragonlords of Karaton 5 by ~DoorTraveler
Granny Neeva had no problem with this, often times waving prices in the spirit of the season. Her son, Robber, however stuck to his namesake like the last leaf of autumn to a tree. Mostly his greed was aimed at the travelers stuck in Whitefall because of the storm, and Malcor was getting tired of him by the time the storm finally lifted. Olly on the other hand was finding his frustration mildly amusing.
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