Theurgy: Forsaken Oaths

Chapter 11 The Warfront

Edlund knew he was in the Frostlands when he started seeing his breath whisk by him as he flew. That and the blanket of white that decorated the landscape below. If it wasn't for the occasional shrubbery or roaming creature slinking across the frosted terrain, Edlund could have doubted they were making any ground at all. But he knew this was the nature of the frostlands. He had heard that these lands were vaguely fertile lands where farmers may have perhaps made their stay before. No sign of such life exists now. It seemed everywhere the Boreans walked became the chilled-over hell he had seen over the River Mer'dith, and this area just above northeast of Silondras was no different. His clothing kept some of the colds out, but with the wind ripping through him, he felt naked in a blizzard. He was glad that he was, in fact, closing in on his destination.

The central station of the Northern war front was at a small fort called Bastillon. It was once abandoned, as there was no need for su