There was a north breeze blowing through my hair, and biting at my unprotected face. Snow crunched beneath my boots in which water had seeped into. I was in a miserable state though I had expected snow I didn’t expect it to be so cold. I was beginning to lose hope when my eyes beheld the site of a wall of roughly carved stone. Bodus minor, the place I had been traveling to for weeks, finally within a day’s journey. The journey was perilous and hard but in the end, the tourney would be worth every ounce of strength used to get here, and every hardship that was endured to ge…
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come in?” A hiladra said form the wall that was fifteen feet away from where I stood.
“Really, I had a very poetic thought going and you just ruined it.” Stephan shouted up at the hiladra.
The hiladra snorted, and then broke into a laugh. “Welcome to Bodus Minor master Stephan. The rest of rangers are in a house in the city.”
“Ok, will see you around Jerry.” Stephan said, and then walked off.
-About an hour later in the house of the Pig rangers-
Jaron walked into the house bent over, and breathing hard. “What’s going on Jaron?” Stephan asked.
“I was being chased by fans of the rangers; they tried to steal my clothes and weapons! They were strange.” Jaron said.
“Sounds like the average teenage girls attacked you.” Stephan replied through bursts of laughter.
“Oh be quite, you weren’t the one being chased.” Jaron replied smiling.
“It has happened to me before, and it happens every year at the tourney.” Stephan replied
:--:To Be Continued:--:
Here are two of the rangers.
~To God be the Glory~ Run Wild. Live Free. Love Strong.
Great job! I like that snow in the first one! I kind of feel like your stonework is rather repetitive somehow. Please don't take this hard coming from me. I need to work on it too. I think something as simple as replacing dark tan for something else might help a lot. Anyway, take it or leave it :) It's my two cents.