1. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Over that ridgeline. He hazarded a glance at the direction, face taut with dread. Something like anticipation bubbled under the skin, leaving it crawling, a jittery sensation traveling all the way to the tips of his fingers. He tapped them together, idly. Were they going numb— the cold? Like...
  2. Aarno

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    It wasn’t a cheerful affair. To every interaction had bled a tension and doubt, a dark cloud that drew nigh as much in the spirit as it did in the horizon. It’d turned into the loom of a proper storm now, upon the arrival. In the air, alongside salt and something sour, was a foreboding quality...
  3. Aarno

    Aarno Latva

    stone mason to fugitive to sworn knight
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