Snippet #2320539

The water was frigid, the sure sign of the Northern and Western Seas. Since he obviously wasn't in Icemoor, Alusan could only gues that he was swimming in the first barrier between the Void Beyond and Nineve, the Western Sea. Start swimming boy. Was all his gut had to say on this matter, so he did. He paddled, kicked, anything he could to put distance between him and that cliff until he could almost hear his muscles screaming in protest. And still he swam, until finally, the cliffs and rocks gave way to sand bars and seaweed. He was now in the no man's land on the plains. And here, he finally stopped, perching on a sand bar. His legs finally cooled when he sat in the ankle deep water, almost a half mile away from the shore, but luckily the sand left a path between the shore and his resting place, just barely beneath the lapping tide.

Alusan fell backwards, his head, back, arms and axe all connecting with the sand in a simultaneous sigh of relief. Rest was what he wanted now. And possibly a cold mug of mead, but rest first. And so it came. His eyes closed and suddenly, he was lost in a dream for the first time in weeks.