Ice, snow, sleet, hail...God, it's cold

Albora. The Realm of Snow.

Why would anyone make a realm of snow?

It's incredibly cold here, and I had arrived in a winter jacket from earth. The weather here in the sunlight is approximately -10 degrees. Quickly, freezing down to my bones, I stumbled to the closest town.

At least the people here are nice. They quickly gave me dry (and warm!) clothing, food, and a place to stay. I'm not really sure how I can get internet connection on a different realm, and truthfull, I'm too tired to try and figure it out.

So far, everyone I've told so far has believed me. Just because I've only told one person doesn't mean anything, but they do believe me. The village cheif, Stribog, invited me into his igloo hut type thing and told me his suspcions. The conversation went a bit like this:

"You are not from around here young one, are you?" he asked, handing me a warm drink. I accepted it and used its heat to warm my freezing hands.

"Am I that obvious?" I asked. Stribog smiled.

"Most who've lived on Albora know to wear many, many layers, and not venture out at late. And your clothing was made of animal hide I've never seen. Where are you from?"

I sighed. I truthfully hadn't wanted to give away who I was so soon, but maybe this was for the good. I introduced myself, and told him what had happened to us, including James' idea that all the realms had to be connected for any force to overtake Oklyon. Stribog listened, enraptured. When I finished, he told me he believe every word, and would take my story to the rest of the village tomorrow.

Right now, I'm going to wrap this up. My eye's are hardly able to stay open, and I'm dozing off.

More when something else happens.

See you later,
Bobby