Ashes Of War [v1.0] -

Bram grunted, leaning heavily on a walking axe that had long since lost its edge. "Scraps won't buy us bread in the Lowlands. Assuming the Lowlands haven't burned just as bright as the Ridge."

They called it the Ashing. It had been seven years since the Great Compact was shattered, and the skies had never truly cleared. Ashes of War [v1.0]

"They aren't coming back for it, Silas," a voice rasped through the fog. Bram grunted, leaning heavily on a walking axe