War [v1.0] — Ashes Of

Silas looked back at the small, shivering cluster of campfires tucked into the ruins of a collapsed watchtower. A handful of hollow-eyed refugees and three wounded soldiers were all that remained of a proud garrison.

Bram spit a dark glob of phlegm into the snow. "How many left, Captain?" Ashes of War [v1.0]

The grey snow fell not from the clouds, but from the smoldering bones of the world. Silas looked back at the small, shivering cluster

"We move at moonrise," Silas said, standing up and letting the shield fall back into the mud with a dull thud. "Gather the others. Tell them to wrap their boots in wool. The silent-striders are hunting the perimeter again." Silas looked back at the small