845 AP – According to the Calendar of Aeon Power
The snow had become so thick that even he could not see through the tundra of white. The wind echoed through the open spaces of dead tree branches, sweeping some of the white crystals up from the ground, trying to dig right into his eye. The massive figure dragged his giant legs through the snow, keeping close attention to the cloak tugged around his neck and the hood that he had to keep on at all times. He believed a town could not be that much farther, by his estimation it would only be about a mile away…
He continued to haul his body through the field of snow, trying his best not to fall on his bad knee. All he could hear was the wind blasting at him, telling him to just fall and accept his fate, a tempting offer to be sure. He looked a
