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This northernmost city is the home of Morwen, The Goddess of Winter, and her followers who dwell year round in a land of frozen wonder. [Lore]
by Syllke Skyglow on November 23rd, 2011, 7:56 pm
The older boys were finally gone. Syllke had waited and waited, and finally taken himself off in search of lunch. Earlier, he had offered to help build the massive fort. But of course he had been rebuffed. Without an older brother to give him an entrée to the older kids’ games, Syllke often found himself being told to get lost, despite his rather charming personality. That asset seemed to work better on the girls, but who wanted to play with dolls and pretend to be married? The older boys were sometimes tolerant of the younger ones playing alongside of them, and sometimes not. Today, with a major snow ball war being planned, the building of the fort seemed to call for greater expertise than the seven year old Syllke seemed to offer. They wouldn’t even let him add to their stock of ammunition.
But now, with a full belly and the joy of seeing no-one else about, Syllke dove for the structure, wiggling inside quickly in case anyone should be looking. It wasn’t likely – the fort was a bit removed from the high traffic area around the hold, tucked away behind a snow bank and close to the trees. Grinning, Syllke crawled in further, marveling at the extensive fortifications and the several short tunnels that provided emergency exits, in the case of a successful full frontal assault. Almost in the dead center, as he crawled towards one of these, his hip brushed the supporting column of hard packed snow. With a whooomph!, the entire roof of the fort collapsed, burying him under at least three feet of heavy, wet snow.
It felt like one of the icewatch bears was laying on top of him. His face was caught in an awkward twist as he had just been turning to see what that noise was. Snow caked into one nostril, the other was still clear. But he couldn’t move. The heavy snow had immobilized him, pinning down his arms and legs under him. He could just wiggle his fingers and toes, but that was about it. He couldn’t even get them to his mouth to dig a small hole for whatever air he might be able to access. With a tumbling sensation of doom like a rock in his stomach, Syllke realized that he was trapped – and no-one even knew he was there.
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