Literature
Starborn - Blood Oaths
Early spring had rolled over into the Maitake Woodlands. The sun hangs overhead; despite its warmth, a noticeable chill hangs in the air, a constant reminder to all who wonders these lands that the choking palm of winter hangs ominously. Jango Greatfox pulled his cape closer to himself as it hung over a shoulder. It kept the cold mostly off of him as he bathed in the sun, his boots walking along the road. This far into the frontier land, this road was more defined by its use rather than being paved. He walked with a smile on his face and a concealed hand ready to reach for his axe. He did his best to be friendly, even when there was a noticeable scar on his face that scared most villagers, but Jango knew that to be sociable was key to get people to like you. "In the blue moonlight, I close my eyes To hear the voice from above" A soft, green eye could see smoke hanging overhead from the local blacksmith's hut as he grew closer to the town of Lute. He had walked this road
