Chapter 4: Leaving Home

Chapter 4 - Leaving Home

Jarl stared up at the ceiling of his room and once again traced one of the hundreds of knotted patterns which had been carved into it. The night seemed to have lasted for an eternity, but now that the gong had sounded through the city, he wished that it could last a little longer. His… Read More…

Chapter 3: The Ink-Smith

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The rain had not stopped for several hours and Astrid could no longer remember what it felt like to wear dry clothes. Every single item was heavy with rain, especially her wolf skin, which weighed down on her like a dead body. The black veil around her face stuck to her like a second skin…. Read More…

Chapter 2: Jarl Vǫrn

Chapter Two - Jarl

The line of dwarfs outside the palace had doubled in length since his arrival in the early hours of the morning and now stretched along the entire wall of the stone hall. Some dwarfs were more richly dressed than him, but the prevalence of rough, woolen, dark blue and black cloaks, and tattered black, mud… Read More…

Chapter 1: The Guide

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The sun had barely been up for more than an hour, but the heat had already caused a long trickle of sweat to run down her spine. Around her, the humans trudged on. Many of them were so tired they could feel their bones creak with every step. After all the weeks of travel, most… Read More…