as written by Tiko
There wasn't much in the way of shelter out here in the frozen valley, and blinding snow and ice stretched far and wide. On either side of the valley ran two mountainous ridges of the icy peaks, and a scattering of large tents dotted the outer edge of the valley where the Windcrest Militia had erected a temporary encampment. It was rudimentary to say the least, and teams of sled dogs where staked outside in the snow where they slept beneath the fresh layer of snow that had fallen during the night.
The city of Windcrest was nearly a weeks travel from the encampment, and the nearest town was nearly two days off. It wasn't a particularly large town, and that was what had landed them camped out here in this frozen wasteland.
Strange occurrences and attacks on the small outer towns and villages where happening with greater and greater frequency that left the Windcrest Militia stretched thin in combating the increasing threats. With the militia spread all across the mountains though, it was beginning to tax reserves to keep up patrols and to station men near the outlying towns - let alone supplying them all. Some of the larger regiments near the major cities had the luxury of barracks or outposts, but out here on the borderlands the militiamen enjoyed the luxury furnishings of a cold tent in a frozen valley.
There was some talk of turning to the TNG for aid, but the hardy northerners had long taken care of their own and such suggestions where quickly quashed beneath an over abundance of prideful determination.
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The dogs where the first to realize something was amiss as they raised their heads from the snow. Low whines filled the air before a tremor reached the encampment that left the dogs scrambling to their feet. They where barking now and pulling on their tethers with anxious intent that drew the men from their tents to see what the commotion was.
"What's got the dogs riled up?"
"Didn't you feel that?"
"Was it an earthquake?"
Murmurs of speculation spread as more and more men began to appear from their tents. The dogs where in a frenzy by this point, some of them twisting and turning while biting at their tethers. Others where barking incessantly into the distance.
It was all the warning that the men would get before the ice out across the valley erupted in flame. The dragon's bellow was deafening, and the the men stared with slack jawed awe at the streak of fire that hurtled itself skyward.
"What in all hells is going on out here?!" bellowed a behemoth of a man named Agramond as he threw his own tent open. The militia Captain stepped out into the snow with his rifle in one hand and a massive hammer slung over his other shoulder. He let out a vehement curse as he caught sight of the dragon that spiraling upwards from its icy prison. "Get to the mountains!" he bellowed over the din of barking dogs. "Leave the dogs! Get moving!"
There was no time to hitch the animals up. A few well meaning militiamen cut the tethers to let the beasts take off, and the animals scattered through the snow while the men grab whatever guns where within reach before they began the run for the mountains.
There wasn't much in the way of shelter out here in the frozen valley, and blinding snow and ice stretched far and wide. On either side of the valley ran two mountainous ridges of the icy peaks, and a scattering of large tents dotted the outer edge of the valley where the Windcrest Militia had erected a temporary encampment. It was rudimentary to say the least, and teams of sled dogs where staked outside in the snow where they slept beneath the fresh layer of snow that had fallen during the night.
The city of Windcrest was nearly a weeks travel from the encampment, and the nearest town was nearly two days off. It wasn't a particularly large town, and that was what had landed them camped out here in this frozen wasteland.
Strange occurrences and attacks on the small outer towns and villages where happening with greater and greater frequency that left the Windcrest Militia stretched thin in combating the increasing threats. With the militia spread all across the mountains though, it was beginning to tax reserves to keep up patrols and to station men near the outlying towns - let alone supplying them all. Some of the larger regiments near the major cities had the luxury of barracks or outposts, but out here on the borderlands the militiamen enjoyed the luxury furnishings of a cold tent in a frozen valley.
There was some talk of turning to the TNG for aid, but the hardy northerners had long taken care of their own and such suggestions where quickly quashed beneath an over abundance of prideful determination.
____
The dogs where the first to realize something was amiss as they raised their heads from the snow. Low whines filled the air before a tremor reached the encampment that left the dogs scrambling to their feet. They where barking now and pulling on their tethers with anxious intent that drew the men from their tents to see what the commotion was.
"What's got the dogs riled up?"
"Didn't you feel that?"
"Was it an earthquake?"
Murmurs of speculation spread as more and more men began to appear from their tents. The dogs where in a frenzy by this point, some of them twisting and turning while biting at their tethers. Others where barking incessantly into the distance.
It was all the warning that the men would get before the ice out across the valley erupted in flame. The dragon's bellow was deafening, and the the men stared with slack jawed awe at the streak of fire that hurtled itself skyward.
"What in all hells is going on out here?!" bellowed a behemoth of a man named Agramond as he threw his own tent open. The militia Captain stepped out into the snow with his rifle in one hand and a massive hammer slung over his other shoulder. He let out a vehement curse as he caught sight of the dragon that spiraling upwards from its icy prison. "Get to the mountains!" he bellowed over the din of barking dogs. "Leave the dogs! Get moving!"
There was no time to hitch the animals up. A few well meaning militiamen cut the tethers to let the beasts take off, and the animals scattered through the snow while the men grab whatever guns where within reach before they began the run for the mountains.
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