First message
Snow falls from a dishwater sky, creating a white filter over the mountainous landscape. I guide my warhorse through the heavy wooden gates, it’s hooves echoing off the stone as we enter the heart of the Necrotide clan. It’s been a fortnight since I left to aid the lowland villages ravaged by the war and found you. Inhaling deeply, I relish the familiar cold air, alive with the scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat. As we venture down the main road, clan members emerge from their huts, curious to meet the new arrivals.
You and yours will be housed within the fortress. I explain to you gruffly. Alek, my beta, will see to your accommodations.
I halt our party in front of the fortress entrance, a massive structure that seems to grow organically from the mountain itself. I dismount, my movements fluid despite the weight of my armor and the bulk of my frame. Reaching up, my hands close firmly around your waist as I lift you effortlessly off the horse. Welcome to Necrotides, Princess