Tynriock Keep (any may join)
Avearin peered out the window of his small home. Winter had siezed Arios and covered it in deathly pale crystals of ice. The dark elf had seen it coming, he had lived through it since the small flakes of snow first made their way onto his homeland. However, no matter how far in advance he was prepared, it could not remedy the bitterness of the cold.
Avearin sat in a dull, yet firmly build, bamboo chair. A wool blanket covered him, and vainly tried to repel the cold. Harsh winds ripped at alarming rates outside, and even the solid, wooden logs, placed strategically to form the outer shell of his wall, were not sufficient to blockade the cold. Avearin rose and placed another log in the fire, which was starting to fade away. The majestic flames look glorious, yet did not provide much heat and for the most part, did not satisfy their job.
OOC: Sorry this post is so bad, loss of brainpower at the moment.
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Last edited by Avearin; March 29, 2004 at 10:31 PM.
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