Winter has returned, it would seem, though the sun would tell it to be mid-summer. The temperature has again dropped, and the wind batters Vinterstad. I have had to re-prioritize the completion of the infirmary before it is torn apart. Hræsvelg trolls the skies, searching, calling out with his fell shriek. I am disquieted by […]
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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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We finished the final room at the castle today. Jötnar is quite skilled with an ax, and as I had hoped, his speech has begun to return. Not so with his memories yet, but give it time. He is especially facile with animals and their names and habits – most notably the wolves. He seems […]
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