This goddam heat. The warm lake I thought I was swimming in was only in my dreams, instead I’m waking up in a puddle of my own sweat. Sick. I’d always heard talk of the cities to the South, of warm rivers and lakes. No one ever mentioned endless sweat and air that feels like […]
Author: Aija
The Crowbar
It’s 8am in the Dwarven Caves. The quiet of this place is eerie and makes me feel deaf, nothing like the never ending hammering and digging down in the mines. Or the friendly banter of the crew throughout the workday. I wonder what has happened to the guys… did any of them escape the camp? […]
