So you're what all the fuss is about

One of the great perks of spending so much time around the north was how much freedom it afforded the Carpathian princess to try to surveil the looming threat that was the Syndicate. From atop Fenrir's Maw, Ember could see down into the forests of the Sound, though the dense trees obscured much of what she could actually see. Even with her sharp vision, sitting along the borders didn't reveal much beyond a border littered with decaying corpses of mutilated wolves. Charming... She'd tried unsuccessfully a second time to spy across the channel from the Sparse Pines to their island, but to no avail. The Syndicate had picked good territories to make a defensible stronghold. It was frustrating to say the least, but Ember was not one to be defeated so easily. She desperately wanted to know more about the malevolent pack lurking in the shadows of the north—and she would not be denied.

Stalking out of the Sparse Pines which was beginning to smell more and more like the Syndicate every day it was alarming, Ember wandered across the snowy tundra towards the landmark wall that ran the length of the mouth of the north, a veritable gateway between the northern territories and the rest of Boreas. The weather was calm, the sky gray and laden with heavy clouds. Snow would be coming soon, but not yet. It was cold, cold enough to require the usually southern-dwelling fae to pull her wool cloak a little tighter around her neck as a breeze whipped across the bare tundra. On her back, Nocturne sat perched, keeping a watchful eye out. Several ravens circled overhead, but she didn't pay any attention to them.

Em was focused entirely on figuring out how close to those macabre borders she could get without causing an international incident. As she reached the wall, Ember paused, looking south and then east. She could head back to Hemlock... or she could try her luck getting just a bit closer... Hmm, decisions, decisions...

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"