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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Before building the homestead, it had been years since I had put steel to wood or nail to plank. My skills at carpentry were clearly not what they were before the darkness. Yet my hands slowly and happily remembered how to build. The work comes easily now, and I have made quick progress on the […]
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After several days in the wild, I have finally tracked the mighty ox. He is indeed immense and in greater health than I had originally feared. He led me through the Black Forest and southward toward the grim mountains. Those mountains are burnt and tarnished with the fell rock, helvetesten, which is scattered like vomit […]
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