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Comrades in Winter By Dib07 It was a cold wintry afternoon and the frost made most creatures snuggle down deeper into the glens, furrows and burrows to escape the bitter claw of winter. The nearest town was Stock Hide some forty miles east, and would take them a gruelling ride of three days if the winter gave them an easier time. However, blizzards were settling, as Dr. King Schultz had pointed out. Familiar with weather, climate predicaments and other changes that went completely over Django Freeman's head, the German bounty hunter seemed easily able to determine what weather lay before them even before the winds themselves knew. Django of

Prologue: An ashen wind of capricious intent howls across a land that screams with pain and bloodshed. The dour crimson stains color the land in an effigy of madness and cruelty. A great beast; born from a certifiable god lashes against its chains. The air thunders with its roars. Arlay swats his black hair from his eyes and walks through a gallery of the dead. He feels like he's walking through a butchery in the Underworld where men are cut up into bits instead of pigs. Dustin, a young soldier following under the umbrage of his father; Vortigern, is coming up to his side. His face is white. His gun shaking in his fingers. His own nerves s