It has been a miserable winter in Obsidian Bay. Rain and/or snow has been falling a few times a week for the past two months, and the temperature has been hovering around freezing each night. Conditions in the refugee camp have been particularly bad, with the entire area mired in muck during the day, which freezes over with a thin crust each night, the inhabitants coming to be called “the mudsitters” by those more fortunate to have a solid roof over their heads.
Read the latest chapter of the Obsidian Frontier campaign.
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