Strix awakening
White. Cold. That’s the first thing that he notices, as he seems to wake up from a dream. The sun is shining outside, but it’s not warm. Where is he? Who is he? What is going on? There is a tent. It smells. It’s cold. There is a Kobold sleeping nearby. Not an enemy, he thinks. Not yet anyway. Where? Who? What happened? There are flashes of memory. A couple of thieving humans. Some white snarling monsters, on fire. A climb up a mountain. Blue boots. A goblin on a platform, giving an impassioned speech. A siege tower, pulled by white bears, on fire. Goblins dead in the snow. Dwarves, those hateful dwarves. He helped them? Against his own kind? How does it all fit together? The Kobold speaks. Flynx. That’s his name. He is a friend? Maybe. Not sure. He is asking a lot of questions. Why? What’s his interest? And why are they next to this mountain? There is also a crazy fairy with an axe. Aarki, that’s the name. One foot tall, but bound with tiny muscles. Arrogant, foolish, full of himself. ...