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A special thanks to Talismira for tirelessly gathering most of these tales when they would have been,
otherwise, lost.
A Viking! A Viking! - Asborne Ode of the Fallen Lear - Agonisties (poetry - just read it) Our Age Old Foe - Agonisties (poetry - just read it) The Invasion to Come - Agonisties (poetry - just read it) Caltar's Tale - Caltar It was a dreadful when the Albions broke down the doors of Bledmeer Faste. After taking the Keep the Albions continued to move South ravishing the lands and killing all that stood in their way. A call to arms was sent out to the Clan MacLear and the ground shook as the mighty Clan stormed through the gates of Vindsaul Faste to defend their beloved lands. Untitled - Agravaine (Duelin) I can remember growing up on our farm as a boy. I lived with my father, mother, grandpa, and sister on a little plot of land to the Northeast of Mularn. We were simple people, innocent to the ways of the world. I can remember hearing stories about hobgoblins and giant spiders and things of the sort, but stories they were, nothing more. A Soul Returns to Midgard - Gelain Sidhe The day dawned painfully bright and a confused Norseman roused himself from the dirt and tried to shake the tendrils of too much mead from his fogged mind. It must have been the mead for he was fully grown but could not remember from where he came and barely who he was. Still feeling a little dazed... A Windswept Night - Talismira This is a tale of some Lears in Raumarik. We set out by day fer the trip, but the sun betrayed us and the journey was a cold, hard trek through the hills of this wild country. There were eight of us banded together by an iron will... The Magic of Skona Ravine - Talismira Last eve, I went to the stone circle in Skona Ravine, as I often do in times of need. There, I can call upon my ancestors, in the ancient ways taught to me by me mathar, as hers taught her. Of course me mathar’s mathar did this at the stone altar on the isle of Arran in Scotland, beneath the long shadow of an ancient Viking fortress. A Stranger in the Storm -Talismira I was wanderin around in the great frontier lands known as Yggdra Forest a fortnight ago, when I happened upon a wee lad who had lost his bearins in the storm that be takin place at the time. Twas no place fer such a young one and I was afeared for his life out there in our wild lands. Worn Boots - Uliam (Nosferum) & others He had stubbornly refused to change them out years ago, when he should have. The price was paid daily, though, as he limped in pain and nurtured more than a few regular blisters. The blisters became calouses, and his demeanor grew grim, as he removed the boots, finally, revealing the well-traveled feet that served him so well this past decade. The Gathering - shared story The great hall was anxious with excitement, as we, the kith and kin, gathered our packs and prepared for the two-day journey to Mjollner Faste. Uliam gathered his map, securing it in it's bronze case, and slipped it under his belt. He was ready. |