Community Submission.

DAY 329, THE AXEHEAD, Godscroft --- Blizzard chokes the Axehead! Caoiva holds its breath.

As snow continues to fall in record quantities across the eastern front, all of Caoiva squints into the frost. Ice chokes the harbour, and with the northern road route changing hands too often for logistics, supplies can only trickle in. Artillery barrages burn through shell stocks madly, each fresh Colonial assault met with a storm of snow and iron splinters, and riflemen scrabbling over snow-caked rubble, trying to hold the line against fierce and determined combined-arms assaults.

Siege conditions are nothing new for the soldiers in blue, but to be caught between frost and fire, cold and colonial, wears on us all. As ice chokes the Axehead, once the Warden supply centre, a question emerges: Which will run out first- The snow, or their supplies?