The city was much as she remembered.
Stone, wind, and cold.
It was different once, the wind was less cutting, the cold less biting. Though the people, were ever as stony as their city. Perhaps even stonier. A millennium of war could break any people, and the recent years had only increased the burden. Their fields had turned to frost, their far flung fortress’s entombed in ice, and their most ancient foes returning. It was enough to break any people.
After all… it had broken her.
She shoulders her pack and walks through the gates, her heretic’s brand covered by hood and hair. Yet perhaps more help, was those she marched with. Detachment's north from the Immortal, men and women whose insignia she shared. It was the bargain she had made to return. There was another group she should have been with. The men and women of the Dauntless, those that had taken her in and given her so untrustworthy as her their comradeship. She had betrayed them with subterfuge. After their frantic battle through an Ishgardian border fort, she had vanished into the snow. It was a blessing to them, in its own way. If she were discovered by the Inquisitors, treaties or no, they would likely face judgement beside her.
So through the gates she marched, and as she entered the city, her mind raced, “What in the hells do I do now?â€
Stone, wind, and cold.
It was different once, the wind was less cutting, the cold less biting. Though the people, were ever as stony as their city. Perhaps even stonier. A millennium of war could break any people, and the recent years had only increased the burden. Their fields had turned to frost, their far flung fortress’s entombed in ice, and their most ancient foes returning. It was enough to break any people.
After all… it had broken her.
She shoulders her pack and walks through the gates, her heretic’s brand covered by hood and hair. Yet perhaps more help, was those she marched with. Detachment's north from the Immortal, men and women whose insignia she shared. It was the bargain she had made to return. There was another group she should have been with. The men and women of the Dauntless, those that had taken her in and given her so untrustworthy as her their comradeship. She had betrayed them with subterfuge. After their frantic battle through an Ishgardian border fort, she had vanished into the snow. It was a blessing to them, in its own way. If she were discovered by the Inquisitors, treaties or no, they would likely face judgement beside her.
So through the gates she marched, and as she entered the city, her mind raced, “What in the hells do I do now?â€
