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Turn 8 |
Introductions
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28/9/99
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---Turn 8--- "People, either we move forward or we die of exposure." Urkan started. "What!?" He glanced right at the Elf sharing his load. The Elf pushed the lip of his voluminous hood back a touch until the Guardsman could make out his pale face in the shadow. "I don't plan on dying" he reiterated. Urkan nodded. "They should have been back by now. We’d best assume the worst." Raising his voice and turning his head, he let the wind carry his voice back to the other three. "We’re pushing up. Storm, you’re on point. You two back there, are you okay to follow?" As he turned, Mund’s head lolled. Swearing, Urkan reached down and pressed his fingers to the soft flesh at the base of the injured man’s jaw. He smiled narrowly at the Elf. "He’s cold. Do you still feel up to carrying this back to the village?" The Initiate grinned despite the cold. "Well, if we're going to freeze to death together, I supposed we may as well know each other's names. I'm called Darmon Wildford, Dar to my friends. I had hoped to serve Sigmar longer, and better in my life, but it seems I'm going to chatter my way to an early grave, not even having much of a chance to complete my first mission for him. Somehow, that even seems to make sense. Still, with as much fun as the gods seem to have at my expense, you'd think they'd want to keep me around longer, if only for comic relief." He stumbled in the snow as they move closer to the group in front, catching himself before pitching forward again. The Student struggled for composure. "Xavier. Xavier v-v-von Hirst. Reading Languages and History at Alt-t-tdorf University." He pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. "I'd shake your hand if it wasn't so d-d-damn c-c-cold out here!" Darmon snorted. "We'd probably just snap off each other's fingers, anyway. I don't think I can feel my toes anymore. I'm inclined to just find a nice comfy snow bank and settle down for a nap." He yawned widely and snapped his jaw shut with an audible clack when Storm hit him. "There’s warm beds back at the inn. Shift, before I have to make you!" ---End Turn--- |
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