Featuring Alaric and Arthfael
Late Autumn, year 757 of the New Age
Borders of Blackwood
Alaric shivered. The last breaths of autumn were dying, and winter was coming with antlers bared. His hadn't dropped yet, but would soon, and he would be without defense. Without defense, in Blackwood, in mountains that Alaric had never known, with foes he had never met. Wolves, bears, mountain lions- and though Alaric was large in Silverthorne, he would be dwarfed by any Blackwood with mettle. It was not a comfortable thought for the young soldier. He was as yet inexperienced, he knew this. His little patrolling and his lion would not prepare him for Blackwood.
Pushing onward, further into the mountains, it only got colder. The wounds from the lion attack, now healed, were still tight, scar tissue pulling as he walked. Those day