Ashes Of War [v1.0] Direct
The grey snow fell not from the clouds, but from the smoldering bones of the world.
Bram spit a dark glob of phlegm into the snow. "How many left, Captain?" Ashes of War [v1.0]
Silas looked back at the small, shivering cluster of campfires tucked into the ruins of a collapsed watchtower. A handful of hollow-eyed refugees and three wounded soldiers were all that remained of a proud garrison. The grey snow fell not from the clouds,
Instantly, the oil sizzled. A faint, ethereal glow emanated from the rust, casting a sickly blue light across Silas’s gaunt face. This was the residual echo of the magic that had ended the war. The world was dead, but the weapons still hungered. A handful of hollow-eyed refugees and three wounded
They called it the Ashing. It had been seven years since the Great Compact was shattered, and the skies had never truly cleared.
Silas pulled a heavy leather skin from his belt and uncorked it. Instead of water, it contained a thick, shimmering oil—rendered from the fat of the fallen beasts that now stalked the ruins. He poured a single drop onto the shield's surface.

