1st of Glade 124
He didn’t care much for the surface, Having spent the majority of his life beneath the ground, being well off among the impoverished a necessary consequence of a city that buried it’s refuse and forgot about it, was that sometimes pearls ended up among the swine.
The dragonborn always found himself more tense the closer he got to the surface. He’d made his peace with the concept of their being a sky, but still hated how large their daylight made the world feel. There were also many many more open places from which people could shoot you with a bolt or spell, the openness of it all was unpleasant, but he wanted things the surface could offer him, and with the shadow monsters plaguing the world seemingly vanished. Those of Hahseu were finally free to break their ramshackle fortifications and return to business as usual, whatever that was.
As he approached the surface Uwyn was stolen from his thoughts by the encroaching cold that made goosebumps crawl across his skin and made his scales itch. He knew winter and hadn’t expected it to be warm, but for still being in the sewers, it was far colder than what he was used to. The water flowed in small trickles completely frozen in some places at depths he’d never seen ice before.
When he finally breached the surface he understood, it looked as if it was still the heart of winter, few people milled about and those that did were heavily clothed and shuffled in hurried silence. The streets were piled high with snow and slush rutted by paths of ice and mud from what little traffic there was. The people looked unwell, tired… the dragonborn smiled. It was nice to know the surface people of kalzasi could look just as weary as the citizens they so often forgot lived buried beneath them.
The cold seeped into his bones, chilling him to the core as Uwyn emerged from the Midden's embrace into the frozen world above. The soft crunch of fresh snow beneath his boots was a stark contrast to the squelching of the eternally damp sewer tunnels. Each breath frosted slightly in the frigid air, he took a deep breath, feeling the icy chill fill his lungs and relishing in the lack of smell or taste the chilled air carried, this alone made coming to the surface worth it.
The light snowfall painted a serene, almost delicate picture upon the cobblestone streets of Kalzasi, a stark contrast to the grime and darkenss of his subterranean home. The warmth of the undercity was replaced by blinding light only made worse by the whiteness of the snow covered… everything? The biting wind that whipped through the streets, carrying with it whispers of danger from the distant Astralar Mountains. The air was filled with the faint rumble of something… something massive… He had no idea what it could be but nothing his imagination supplied him was comforting.
Uwyn's eyes were taking a long moment to adjust to the blinding white landscape of Kalzasi's surface. The light snowfall danced around him, the cold of the flakes that stung him with their icy kisses a novelty and nuisance both. The city looked different under this lush winter cloak, its grandeur muted by the relentless march of the cold he could see signs where the sheer weight of the snow was bowing proud structures. He pulled his tattered cloak tighter around his shoulders, the fabric heavy with moisture from the damp tunnels, now freezing stiff.
His nose twitched at the faint scent of woodsmoke from distant chimneys, a smell that was both comforting and foreign to his midden-trained nostrils, even the fire on the surface smelled better, burning things other than trash like the posh folk they were. The icy gusts of wind nipped at his skin sending shivers down his spine his resistance to the cold finally breaking down as he stood still and marveled rather than stay moving to keep warm. He looked around, eyes narrowing as he took in the hunched figures that braved the cold, their breaths clouding the air. He needed something warmer to wear, or at least somewhere to warm up and regroup, that or he’d need to delve back below. He felt the beginning of an uncontrollable shiver dance down his spine as he cast his eyes about for options.
He didn’t care much for the surface, Having spent the majority of his life beneath the ground, being well off among the impoverished a necessary consequence of a city that buried it’s refuse and forgot about it, was that sometimes pearls ended up among the swine.
The dragonborn always found himself more tense the closer he got to the surface. He’d made his peace with the concept of their being a sky, but still hated how large their daylight made the world feel. There were also many many more open places from which people could shoot you with a bolt or spell, the openness of it all was unpleasant, but he wanted things the surface could offer him, and with the shadow monsters plaguing the world seemingly vanished. Those of Hahseu were finally free to break their ramshackle fortifications and return to business as usual, whatever that was.
As he approached the surface Uwyn was stolen from his thoughts by the encroaching cold that made goosebumps crawl across his skin and made his scales itch. He knew winter and hadn’t expected it to be warm, but for still being in the sewers, it was far colder than what he was used to. The water flowed in small trickles completely frozen in some places at depths he’d never seen ice before.
When he finally breached the surface he understood, it looked as if it was still the heart of winter, few people milled about and those that did were heavily clothed and shuffled in hurried silence. The streets were piled high with snow and slush rutted by paths of ice and mud from what little traffic there was. The people looked unwell, tired… the dragonborn smiled. It was nice to know the surface people of kalzasi could look just as weary as the citizens they so often forgot lived buried beneath them.
The cold seeped into his bones, chilling him to the core as Uwyn emerged from the Midden's embrace into the frozen world above. The soft crunch of fresh snow beneath his boots was a stark contrast to the squelching of the eternally damp sewer tunnels. Each breath frosted slightly in the frigid air, he took a deep breath, feeling the icy chill fill his lungs and relishing in the lack of smell or taste the chilled air carried, this alone made coming to the surface worth it.
The light snowfall painted a serene, almost delicate picture upon the cobblestone streets of Kalzasi, a stark contrast to the grime and darkenss of his subterranean home. The warmth of the undercity was replaced by blinding light only made worse by the whiteness of the snow covered… everything? The biting wind that whipped through the streets, carrying with it whispers of danger from the distant Astralar Mountains. The air was filled with the faint rumble of something… something massive… He had no idea what it could be but nothing his imagination supplied him was comforting.
Uwyn's eyes were taking a long moment to adjust to the blinding white landscape of Kalzasi's surface. The light snowfall danced around him, the cold of the flakes that stung him with their icy kisses a novelty and nuisance both. The city looked different under this lush winter cloak, its grandeur muted by the relentless march of the cold he could see signs where the sheer weight of the snow was bowing proud structures. He pulled his tattered cloak tighter around his shoulders, the fabric heavy with moisture from the damp tunnels, now freezing stiff.
His nose twitched at the faint scent of woodsmoke from distant chimneys, a smell that was both comforting and foreign to his midden-trained nostrils, even the fire on the surface smelled better, burning things other than trash like the posh folk they were. The icy gusts of wind nipped at his skin sending shivers down his spine his resistance to the cold finally breaking down as he stood still and marveled rather than stay moving to keep warm. He looked around, eyes narrowing as he took in the hunched figures that braved the cold, their breaths clouding the air. He needed something warmer to wear, or at least somewhere to warm up and regroup, that or he’d need to delve back below. He felt the beginning of an uncontrollable shiver dance down his spine as he cast his eyes about for options.
