Journey

Richard left the Deepblue as soon as the calendar flipped to the first day of April, taking all his luggage with him. The spring wasn’t all that cold, and the refreshing winds felt soft and cool when they blew against his body as he headed east, towards the border roads of the Sacred Alliance.

The sideroads to the Everwinter Mountains twisted here to face north, continuing alongside the main road which itself was wide enough for four horse carriages to travel side by side. They headed deep into the Sacred Alliance.

Reining in the warhorse, Richard turned back. Far in the distance the spectacular constructions of the Deepblue had faded out into the indistinct fog, leaving only it’s elegant pointed tip flickering in and out of existence above the clouds and mist. Buried under that thick fog...