19. The Forgotten

Raven’s tongue spoke the truth. The men under the mountain – they are here now. We had gone to the Black Forest on what I had planned to be our last sortie before finishing the infirmary. When we arrived, Tjokaben grew distracted and stubborn. He refused labor, and instead stared intently toward the South. I […]

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18. Spells

The lights and din continue at Niaafjäll. I went to the castle tonight, but Jötnar would not see me. I do not understand his obsession. He has established what I perceive as a fine balance in the Northern Realm between the animals, the wind, the sun and the ice. Yet he continues to conjure. As […]

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