1014 AF Whitemonth
Arial
In the vicinity of North Fort
Arial and his troops had reached North Fort and had set up camp not too far from the fortress. Winter had already struck, but here, the cold was sufferable unlike in the Land of Eternal Winter.
Arial smiles a bit thinking of the stories that whalers from Vorthy would tell him. They tell him of marauder Kings and their pantheon of Gods of their Lands of Eternal Winter
Snow had fallen the day before and the wind raged on with no respite. Cold has begun to affect the army
The enemy had tried to attack Arial's army, but they had been easily crushed by the Dragon troops and had retreated to their fort.
They hoped to hold out as long as possible and waited for reinforcement.
'I would like to see the look on their faces when they realize that no one was likely to come to their help' Arial mused.