Vardus and the Withering Winter
Vardus realised with no small measure of horror that he’d bitten off more than even he could chew…and being an archmage of the frozen wastelands he could usually chew quite a bit. For years, he had searched every scrap of text he could unearth, hoping to find some new clue as to the whereabouts of the ancient artefact. Upon finally discovering its location, he spent precious months and piles of gold in preparation. He’d come too far to turn back now. “Only fools fall at the final hurdle,” he spat between ragged, white breaths. He leaned into the driving wind and forced one boot in front of the other, their soles scraping against the frozen tunnel floor.
Read this 18 page story, which will freeze your blood
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