Louis of Nutwood
Svalg Keep
Chapter 08.
To the very end of a treacherous dirt road, west of the Bay of Storms, lay a small fortress called Svalg Keep. The fortress was erected by the Old Men, where the winds were heavy, the temperature was low, and no man had reason to pass by. It was intentionally built away from any city or village, for it only kept functioning as a prison.
When we reached the walls, I jumped aside.
-Open the gates! Open the gates! – I shouted. – The wagon has been taken!
A grey-haired man with fuzzy whiskers appeared on the wall. He stretched a fiery lantern in front of him so he could better see us.
-Who’s there? – He asked. His voice was deep and strong.
-We’ve been attacked! They are coming this way! Let us in!
For a moment, the man hesitated and gnarled. His lantern went away just before we heard a crackling sound coming from the inside. The door opened.
-Get inside.
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Sir Louis of Nutwood
Svalg Keep
Chapter 08.
To the very end of a treacherous dirt road, west of the Bay of Storms, lay a small fortress called Svalg Keep. The fortress was erected by the Old Men, where the winds were heavy, the temperature was low, and no man had reason to pass by. It was intentionally built away from any city or village, for it only kept functioning as a prison.
When we reached the walls, I jumped aside.
-Open the gates! Open the gates! – I shouted. – The wagon has been taken!
A grey-haired man with fuzzy whiskers appeared on the wall. He stretched a fiery lantern in front of him so he could better see us.
-Who’s there? – He asked. His voice was deep and strong.
-We’ve been attacked! They are coming this way! Let us in!
For a moment, the man hesitated and gnarled. His lantern went away just before we heard a crackling sound coming from the inside. The door opened.
-Get inside.
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Sir Louis of Nutwood