The autumn chilled winds glided through the bustling port town, the inhabitants scurrying past the brine caked wooden buildings towards their unknown destinations. The sun shone down from its clear sky, though summer was long past, unable to keep the long cloaks and thick clothes off the people below.
People come from all over Atheran seeking safety within Shurin’s natural barrier bay. The winter storms had come early to the large Nahalian Sea that split the continent nearly in half.( Read more...Collapse )