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Restraint

Hmm, I'd suggest a book signing but it's late. Are we going to have each of them meet at once or keep things in pairs until a later date?

Winter's Child

"I'd raise hell if the gods were still alive!" Another man shouted his voice carried along the wind to his friends behind him. Each of them struggled against the wind, yet each managing to keep strong. Over ninty years along the mountain path sat between them, ninty years of knowledge on exactly how to cross this path. However, five lips still trembled, ten shoulders still shivered. "Bastards for making us walk this road on a night like this!" The same man shouted. The group shared a bleak and pathetic laugh. Laughter and high morals kept the cold at bay.

"Ranor and Bane, scout ahead for the rook." Roran suggested. He lifted one gloved hand to shield his eyes from the snow. "We need to be out of this before it gets worse."

"Gets worse?" Another man shouted. "It can hardly get worse." The group agreed.

"Regardless, push ahead and find us somewhere to warm and start a fire. Even if it means attracting Wargs." Roran added, handing over his fire starter to Bane. The man was a good four inches taller than Roran, a man perhaps built for such a job. He was tall, stocky and thickly built. Bane nodded and set off at a jog, Ranor following behind, sword in hand. They had each walked this road a dozen times, stepping over the same thick snow, avoiding the same loose rocks and travelling and guarding the same route. In such harsh conditions, all was for naught. On nights like tonight, Cannor didn't expect it's Children to return.

Roran and the remaining too travellers moved closer together and pulled their cloaks further around themselves.
"What do you reckon we did to deserve this?" The first man asked, his voice cracking due to lack of hydration.

"The gods are dead. The mountain runs wild now." Howen added, patting the first man on the shoulder. The each seemed similar in height, leaning over like croons, wise and old. They were distinguishable from most travellers on the road, with their thick black cloaks, fur over clothes, greyed linens and strong Cannor weapons. Their boots were a thick leather, large rims to promote their own ability to walk along the snows surface.

Time drew on, and the remaining three men hunched further over, shivering and freezing in the cold. In the blur of the snow, a light shone. Yellow, orange and reds burst through the white winds. With a cry of triumph and joy, Roran, Howan and Gilly ran towards the light, joining Bane and Rannor by the fire.

Winter's Child

From the western ocean and stretching to the northern mountains and the passing between the Green Lands and the God's Waste stood Andor. A kingdom built on strength and powerful armies, wise kings and godless people. Cities stretched the landscape, from the white called capital of Castermere to the lonely barracks of Cannor. The latter stood with it's back to the mountains, huge and impassable, except for one road. A passage between Andor and the kingdom of Horngul, allies and enemies depending on the season. It was strictly Andor territory, laced with snow and thick heavy fog. Wargs, wolves and bear lurked in the hills and mountains above, always praying on the merchants and travellers who braved trading over such a path.

Cannor was a barracks of purpose, a black spot on the horizon, dimly lit with cold winter's light, torches that struggled in the high winds. It housed the watchmen, the orphans no parent could feed over the winter months. They were children whose parents couldn't bare to kill, who were weak. They were Winter's Children, men bound to life serving at Cannor, protecting Andor and it's king til the day they froze to death. It was a choice few parents enjoyed making, but now that the colder months were on their way, more and more children would be on their way.

Along the mountain paths, hunched forwards into the wind, five men walked. Each cloaked in thick furs, all covered in the white snow that pushed throughout the nights. Of course Winter's Children who managed to live into their thirties were considered to be unbreakable, strong and true soldiers on Andor. Men who could survive the harsh winds that Hillt pushed their way; although that was untrue, the Gods had been dead for far too long.

"We should find shelter!" One man yelled, holding his arms across his chest. It would take hours to find shelter in the freezing and blinding snow, yet to men who knew the land, who had walked those road more times than any other, it would take moments. Even in a blizzard.
"There should be a rook within a mile." Roran shouted. He stood half a head smaller than the other men, yet his hair was fair. It was an unusual look for a child in Andor. Those born near the boarder of the God's Waste were fair, yet Roran spoke of his River Marsh heritage, suggesting his birth to be of the wetlands to the east.

Each of the men trudged on, shivering and shaking as the winds grew stronger. They had food but they'd be eating cold unless they found dry plants. However in the blizzard and cross firing snow, the idea of warm food looked bleak. They'd eat cold and set up a double watch. No doubt they'd remain hidden if anything came looking for food.

**Hillt - Male god of winter, the Winter's Children, death and night.

Winter's Child

God's, Deities, and Fables

Mirelda

Mother of Gods, Mother of Kings and Mother of Queens.

Mirelda is the chief deity. Prayed to for council by King's and Queen's alike. Additionally prayed too when seeking help from any other deity.

Hilt

God of Death, Snow, Winter, Sorrow, Time.

Commonly known as the God on the Mountain, Hilt is the god whom brings the end of things. He brings the winter and the deaths along with it, he brings the harsh chills and rips children from their parents arms with blizzards and hail.

Yaska

Goddess of Women, love, passion, sex, lies, betrayal, desire, deception and secrets

Yaska is two sides of a coin. She is pictured as both sides of a woman. Loving and passionate. Deceitful and hatful. She is said to have betrayed many men to their deaths during her formed life, each for gazing another way, and upon another. A man who is blind or loses his eyesight is said to have been cursed by Yaska for his wondering eyes. The same is said about those who lose control of their manhood. She is seen as the Whore God, yet as powerful as her brother Domas.

Domas

God of War, Anger, Rage, Fire, Iron and Steel

He is prayed to by all before battle. He doesn't pick sides but instead sharpens the steel of the man who will win. Domas is said to know the fate of each man's battles by the knowledge of his friend and fellow God, Tyhme. He is said to will the blade of the man who would win, allowing for an easier win, with much less damage to the winner.

Tyhme

God of Fates and knowledge.

Tyhme is referred to as the Death God by many, mostly for his power in knowing the paths of each individual. He is responsible for the deaths of many, some before their time. Most pray to him before they sleep, hoping they can sway the hands of fate for one more night.

Yamhie

God of fertility, and nature.

Yamhie is written to be a frequent visitor to Yaska's bed, and also to be her husband. It is said that each year when the summer comes and winter ends, Yamhie has been blessed with another son, and he spreads his joy upon the lands below. Since the God's Death, summers have often killed the plants and caused famine. At first people believed it to be due to the birth of a daughter.

Vaskrith

God of the Sun, virtue, honor and grace.

He's the direct son of Mirelda and often seen as the King's God. His window in the throne room as Castermere is primal to the rule of any King. Although he will never spread his own light on a King that isn't worthy. Many will pray to Vaskrith before a battle. Knights will often pray to him.

Zeelas

Goddess of the Sea, marriage and promises

Her constant state is a symbol for any marriage. Calm waters on the day of a marriage were once the sign of a healthy and perfect partnership. Before the God's Death, nearly all weddings would take place by the sea. Often with the couples' feet in the surf.

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Yeah would just be nice to know what's happening, at least somewhere in the world. Like here.

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Sorry I am half asleep haha

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The 'missing' plane

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Ah well it'll just MH370 if that's what it was called

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Hahahaha, I assumed it would after the first incident. Would be nice to know what happened.