Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150423183915/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150424175418

[I guess I'll just continue on then...]


 * The winter grows colder... the Northern lands are blanketed with snow. More snow still falls from the heavens above. The skies are growing darker... the sky is painted dark-grey by clouds. The wind is beginnning to blow again. Lakes and smaller streams begin to freeze over. The emptied streets of various towns in the exterior teritorries of the EOS are seeing no less of the the snowfall.

The air is bitterly cold. Soldiers on either side of the war feel it. Although made to withstand such conditions, it's still both uncomfortable and even problematic. Armored colums are called back so that they are not lost among deepening banks of snow. Aircraft are grounded in the face of bad weather. It's eerily quiet, save for the whipping of the wind when it picks up.*

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 * Hugo and Lucia trek onwards through the snowy terrian, having left the border behind them. Their companion also trails behind- and from the look of it he's not so used to the cold. After a bit of pestering by the heiress, Hugo finally consents to holding back a little so that he can keep up- although he can only hope that he can get the heiress back home before she is discovered by what now can be safely assumed to be the enemy, given that one squirrel animatronic's remarks. In fact, more enemies may be on their way behind them as they speak. With this thought in mind, he urges Lucia to speed up again, hoisting her onto his back after some refusal. He quickly turns back to the lynx.*

You! Come on! We need to keep moving! Push yourself some!


 * Afterwards he turns back around and continues on forward, trying to push through the gradually deepening snow banks. There's no time to waste.*