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199. Till Dragon's Rise

Till Dragon's Rise

Middanhal

From the mountain of Wyrmpeak, meltwater flowed down and fell as a waterfall into the eastern end of Middanhal. Here, it became the great river of the M...

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198. Pieces in Place

Pieces in Place

Middanhal

Theobald looked up as the door to his study opened. The guard standing on post stuck his head inside. “There’s a man from Theodstan here.”

The ...

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197. Within the Law

Within the Law

Middanhal

Eleanor came rushing into the rooms she shared with Arndis. “Have you heard?”

“I have not,” replied the other woman. She continued eating her ...

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196. Written in Blood

Written in Blood

Middanhal

In the small study afforded to him, the captain of the city guard had company.

“Something must be done!” The speaker was an aged man past eighty...

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195. Written in Ink

Written in Ink

Middanhal

With his fellow Hawks, Jorund passed through the gate to the Citadel, soon reaching their quarters. The mood was subdued; even if no battle had been lost ag...

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194. Black Blades and White Walls

Black Blades and White Walls

Northern Adalrik

Surcoats with red hawks and black swords stalked each other across the open landscape north of Middanhal. With winter’s end, the armi...

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193. The Engineer

The Engineer

Portesur

Less than a week after Fortönn had fallen, the armies of Alcázar reached the mainland. With Thusund’s fleet scattered among the northern isles, fighting re...

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192. Before the Storm

Before the Storm

Herbergja

Nearly past noon, a foot prodded the sleeping Damien. “Time to wake,” came the boisterous voice belonging to the count of Verbonne. “You cannot slee...

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191. Taking Measures

Taking Measures

Herbergja

As the march continued, Damien’s companions changed from day to day, with the exception being Verbonne, who rarely wavered from his friend’s side. Some...

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190. Cold Cuts

Cold Cuts

Western Ealond

Across Ealond, small bands of men trickled together to form a river of soldiers. It slithered across the land, following the winding roads along streams of ...

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189. The Breaking of Teeth

The Breaking of Teeth

Fortönn

At all times, the Order kept watch from the highest tower on Fortönn towards southwest. As the sails appeared on the horizon, the message was sent th...

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188. Last Shelter

Last Shelter

Herbergja

Activity in the great harbour of Herbergja followed the seasons. The mild summer months saw countless ships arrive and depart, carrying out trade between the ...

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187. Fortress and Forest

Fortress and Forest

Montmer

Eventually, the castle settled into some manner of routine shaped around the new baron. Damien would take off for several days, hunting and riding. On hi...

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186. The Baron of Montmer

The Baron of Montmer

Montmer

A solitary figure trotted along the road that slithered through the small barony of Montmer. Approaching from the north, he reached the small castle tow...

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185. Old Friendships and New Hostilities

Old Friendships and New Hostilities

Fontaine

The Mihtea, largest river in Adalmearc, flowed through Middanhal until it reached the sea in the west. Along the way, it passed by Fonta...

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184. The Path to Tread

The Path to Tread

Dvaros

After the failed assault, the defenders remained on edge for hours; dealing with the dead and wounded could leave an obvious opening for another attack. Yet...

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183. Days in Darkness

Days in Darkness

Dvaros

When the siege began, the mood inside the castle had been anxious. Now, retreated into the inner part of the fortress, dread lay in the very air. Every other day...

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182. Collapse

Collapse

Dvaros

Time passed slowly in the castle following the assault. While the mood remained tense, it became less anxious when the jarl’s men did not renew their attacks, but ...

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181. A Ration of Hope

A Ration of Hope

Dvaros

Jana knocked softly on Brand’s door. Behind her, Glaukos stirred from the floor of the parlour where he had slept; Geberic was keeping watch on the walls, ...

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180. Council in War

Council in War

Dvaros

The night passed without incident. Lacking siege weaponry, Jarl Harald did not attempt to assault the castle walls. Instead, his men set up barricades to enclo...

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179. Council in Blood

Council in Blood

Dvaros

An hour after dawn, news of the king’s death had reached everyone in the castle. By the end of the day, the whole city would know. Eventually, ships would ...

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178. Council in Winter

Council in Winter

Dvaros

With the arrival of nearly all the jarls of the greater islands, about forty in all, it was time to celebrate the solstice. In Thusund, they paid greater he...

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176. Twain

Twain

Dvaros

On the morning of winter solstice, the sounds of weapons clashing guided Brand to the courtyard where the housecarls trained. He had been there several times, pitting h...

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175. Prayers Unanswered

Prayers Unanswered

Dvaros

Ten days after arrival, Brand stood in the courtyard shortly after sunrise. Hitherto, he and Jana had spent their time much like on the first day, mingling...

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174. Fading Twilight

Fading Twilight

Dvaros

The bell rang, summoning the inhabitants of the castle to the evening meal. The courtiers gathered in the hall, waiting for the king to arrive; Jana and Brand...

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173. Cold Winds

Cold Winds

Dvaros

After their meeting with the king’s counsellor, Brand and Jana were shown to the quarters made ready for them. A small wing with a chamber for each, connected by...

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172. The Carven City

The Carven City

Dvaros

They sailed through the nights, as the wind allowed; the oarsmen needed sleep, after all. The stars provided guidance for the captain or his helmsman, as they...

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171. Arnarson

Arnarson

Fortönn

The Teeth stretched from the mainland in the east to the island of Fortönn in the west. In most parts, they were little more than reefs or shallow spots of land, ...

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170. By the Grace of Disfara

By the Grace of Disfara

Maleth

Maleth had neither size nor significance to be surrounded by walls. Various roads led into the town, with most traffic entering from the south. A pitt...

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169. Badawin

Badawin

Southern Wastelands

When Brand woke, his eyes slowly moved to survey his surroundings. By his right side, a pole was raised, holding up a tent. He lay on blankets and was co...

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