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02-27-2016, 03:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-16-2016, 02:02 PM by Albrecht.
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The frigid winds of Frostfall careen above at breakneck speed, spilling over the peaks of the mountains and swooping down into the bowl of the Aurora Basin to leech warmth away from anyone and anything unfortunate enough to be standing exposed. The open spaces and predominantly flat ground of the valleys interior do nothing to slow the gale, letting it land with full force against the walls of stone on every side. The caves opening lowest on the walls take the worst of the gusts, an unhappy trade off of being so easily accessible.
One such cave is the resident old man’s – Albrecht. Though his is partially protected by the radiating heat of the hot springs directly outside, this winter squalls unbridled ferocity is chasing even that small comfort away, leaving nothing but naked stone and empty air to shield him and stone is not a material known for its exemplary heat retention properties. Angrily, the tenant himself stomps to the mouth of the cave, looking out with narrowed eyes.
Intermittent copses of pine and other evergreen trees dot the valley, drawing his attention. Piles of chipped off bark and smallish limbs that have bent and broken under the pressure of subzero gusts lay scattered amid the trunks. He envisions the fragments of bark stacked into a neat pile at the center of his cave: a personal fire to warm his hearth. He thinks the branches might make a decent layer of insulation if they’re stacked evenly along the walls, or maybe a wind break to partially obscure the open entryway of his little den. The chips he can easily carry tucked inside the folds of his woolen scarf, but the branches he would have more trouble with, frail and unbelievably lazy as he is, but maybe if one of those young, beautifully strong bodies this herd seems so full of comes along…
One such cave is the resident old man’s – Albrecht. Though his is partially protected by the radiating heat of the hot springs directly outside, this winter squalls unbridled ferocity is chasing even that small comfort away, leaving nothing but naked stone and empty air to shield him and stone is not a material known for its exemplary heat retention properties. Angrily, the tenant himself stomps to the mouth of the cave, looking out with narrowed eyes.
Intermittent copses of pine and other evergreen trees dot the valley, drawing his attention. Piles of chipped off bark and smallish limbs that have bent and broken under the pressure of subzero gusts lay scattered amid the trunks. He envisions the fragments of bark stacked into a neat pile at the center of his cave: a personal fire to warm his hearth. He thinks the branches might make a decent layer of insulation if they’re stacked evenly along the walls, or maybe a wind break to partially obscure the open entryway of his little den. The chips he can easily carry tucked inside the folds of his woolen scarf, but the branches he would have more trouble with, frail and unbelievably lazy as he is, but maybe if one of those young, beautifully strong bodies this herd seems so full of comes along…
@Ahvelyn @Zandora @Zahra
For all my Basin peeps who wanted to thread. :)
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