Ashes Of War [v1.0] -

Bram spit a dark glob of phlegm into the snow. "How many left, Captain?"

They called it the Ashing. It had been seven years since the Great Compact was shattered, and the skies had never truly cleared. Ashes of War [v1.0]

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

The grey snow fell not from the clouds, but from the smoldering bones of the world. Ashes of War [v1.0]