![]() ![]() The Wastelands were vast and magnificent. Spring was having to claw its way free of winter’s greedy clutches so that Temsevar could bask in an all too brief season of warmth and growth. ![]() The air still carried a biting chill, even in the heat of the day and the distant peaks kept their mantle of snow and ice, tinged with crimson by the light of the huge red sun. The long cold winter was over, but in the barren Wastelands, spring was always slow to come. It was late afternoon and his breath misted slightly in the air. He spat in the dirt and narrowed his eyes as he looked past the file of wagons, ponies and people. This man had been alone, half-mad and no threat to the caravan, but others might even now be following the same path that they had taken from the road and for the same reason they had taken it: others who were scouts for brigands, bandits or bigger caravans than his own. The Fated Sky is free to download until 9 FebruaryĬaer sat on his pony looking at the dead body on the ground and wondering if he should send more scouts back towards the road, almost a day’s trek behind the caravan. ![]()
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