Ashes Of War [v1.0] · Limited Time

Bram grunted, leaning heavily on a walking axe that had long since lost its edge. "Scraps won't buy us bread in the Lowlands. Assuming the Lowlands haven't burned just as bright as the Ridge."

Bram spit a dark glob of phlegm into the snow. "How many left, Captain?" Ashes of War [v1.0]

Silas did not look up. He knew the heavy, labored breathing of Bram, his squad’s last surviving shield-bearer. "I know," Silas murmured. "I’m just checking for salvage. Every scrap of iron counts if we are going to make it through the Pass." Bram grunted, leaning heavily on a walking axe

The grey snow fell not from the clouds, but from the smoldering bones of the world. labored breathing of Bram