Klaire de Lys
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Outsider - Chapter 5
It was cold outside the tent and the air was crisp and clear. Last night’s thunderstorm had finally washed away the thick, heavy atmosphere that had plagued the area around Lake Krewa for weeks now. The air was so clean now it almost hurt to inhale it. Each ice-cold breath Ulf exhaled billowed from his mouth like a stream of dragon smoke.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Fiction
Outsider - Chapter 4
Jarl stared up at the ceiling of his room and once again traced one of the hundreds of knotted patterns which had been carved into it. The night seemed to have lasted for an eternity, but now that the gong had sounded through the city, he wished that it could have lasted a little longer. His packed bag was at the foot of his bed. The clothes, dried food and fé he thought he would need for the journey were bundled tightly inside it with military precision.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Fiction
Outsider - Chapter 3
The rain had not stopped for several hours and Astrid could no longer remember what it felt like to wear dry clothes. Every single item was heavy, especially her wolf skin, which weighed down on her like a dead body. The black veil around her face stuck to her like a second skin. Still she carried on, her hammer axe in one hand and her eyes on the wet ground. If the route had once been a road, it had long since been claimed by nature. Thick patches of wild grass knotted with brambles were interrupted only by enormous puddles of muddy sludge. Her boots were covered in the heavy brown mud all the way up to her knees.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Fiction
Outsider - Chapter 2
The line of dwarves outside the palace had doubled in length since his arrival in the early hours of the morning and now stretched along the entire wall of the stone hall. Some dwarfs were more richly dressed than him, but the prevalence of rough, woolen, dark blue and black cloaks, and tattered black, mud worn trousers showed that most of the petitioners were soldiers or miners. Their anxious faces looked like they had been freshly cleaned, and the small copper cuffs wound into their braided beards had been polished for the occasion.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Fiction
Outsider
The sun had barely been up for more than an hour, but the heat had already caused a trickle of sweat to run down her spine. Around her, the humans trudged on. Many of them were so tired they could feel their bones creak with every step. After all the weeks of travel, most had learned to walk in the shade provided by the caravans, although that did not stop their constant complaints. A curse at the sand gods was muttered every few moments, followed by a hurried apology, just in case the gods should decide to take the insult to heart. Even those humans rich enough to ride in the caravans complained about the heat. She had already heard several flasks of water being opened and drunk, and as usual it was not the walking travellers that were the first to dip into their daily water ration.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Fiction