Son of the Storm by Michael DeAngelo

Author:Michael DeAngelo [DeAngelo, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tellest
Published: 2014-05-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six: A Sudden Squall

The frigid cold winds constantly blew as they pressed farther north, and the once distant white caps of the Snowspear Mountains grew closer than they had ever been. The morning sun had just crested over the eastern hills and had not yet warmed the blanket of frost that sat upon the grass. The roaring fire tamed that cold grasp, releasing the icy tendrils just a bit. Two dwarves sat right beside the campfire, their fingers extended until each lick of flame nearly danced around their skin.

“Eh, Corvo, ye didn’t think to bring your grandma’s shawl?” another dwarf said, slapping one of the cold members of the group on the back as he passed. A plate was stacked high with a pile of steaming meat in his other hand.

With chattering teeth, Corvo scowled but never brought his focus from the blaze.

“It’s all right,” the fellow beside him said, steadying his breaths and seeming much more adjusted to the weather. “Uolo’ll be done sewing together that hide afore we leave this morning.”

“Ye say that now, Ingus,” Corvo said, “but yer fergetting one thing: Uolo’s third group. We’ll be gone long afore he has ta be done.” The chilly dwarf was surprised by the sudden weight upon his shoulder. He looked down to see the carefully stitched fur cloak draped over his body.

“Glad to know you have such faith in me.”

Another hide dropped beside Ingus then.

Both of the dwarves huddled close to the fire turned to see the cleric walking away. Uolo’s robe almost blended in with the frost beneath his feet. Those boots he wore were as brown as the deer hide that had been gifted to them.

They watched as he approached the large canvas tent on the south edge of the camp. It was obscured under the tree canopies, more than the fire, and more than any of their bedrolls. Neither of the first two groups of dwarves had even seen it put together, nor had they seen it vacated that morning.

“There he goes to wake our fearless leader,” Corvo said. A little snarl escaped his lips as he focused on the fire once more. He was surprised to see through the flames as Varek and a small group of dwarves entered the camp from the northern clearing. “I’ll be damned,” he said, climbing to his feet.

Beside him, three dwarves approached the fire as well. Two of them carried immense deer upon their backs, their face gone red from the burden. Fali and Thurgan wore smiles despite their labors, and Dorn and Varek bore grins to match.

“Crack!” one dwarf called out from beside his bedroll.

“Boom!” a quartet of others within the camp replied.

“Crack!”

“Boom!” Even Corvo and Ingus joined the chorus that time.

They watched as an oddly bearded, darkly tanned dwarf approached their king, two of his lads in tow behind him. “I see ye’ve got dinner squared away then,” he said.

“Aye, Broor,” Varek said. “If Humber keeps to the rationing today.” All of the dwarves laughed at that comment, even Lund who stood beside his father.

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