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The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VI ~ The Quest For Hearthstone ~ .vii

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VI ≈ vii. The Quest For Hearthstone Before he had even torn a piece off the loaf, his rumbling belly quieted and filled. He was warm. The log felt softer than logs have any business being. A quiet thought passed through his head that his father was surely nearby. Haeredion decided he would just wait here, his father would return shortly, and then together they would head home. Easy as pie. Or rye bread. Just head inside, mother was waiting. He sipped at the cool mug of ale on the upended log next to him, and packed a pipe of tobacco....

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The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VI ~ The Quest For Hearthstone ~ .vi

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VI ≈ vi. The Quest For Hearthstone Haeredion stepped into the glade toward the stone, and had he not known better, he would have sworn he had smelled bread baking for a moment. Then the scent left him with just the crisp dryness of the leaves passing his nose. He stepped forward and felt the warmth of the flame reaching out toward him, carrying with it the warm sweetness of the rolled beeswax candles his mother made and burned back home. Haeredion kept moving toward the stone until he was right beside it. He set down his empty pack and perched...

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The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VI ~ The Quest For Hearthstone ~ .v

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VI ≈ v. The Quest For Hearthstone Haeredion stepped into the glade toward the stone, and had he not known better, he would have sworn he had smelled bread baking for a moment. Then the scent left him with just the crisp dryness of the leaves passing his nose. He stepped forward and felt the warmth of the flame reaching out toward him, carrying with it the warm sweetness of the rolled beeswax candles his mother made and burned back home. Haeredion kept moving toward the stone until he was right beside it. He set down his empty pack and perched...

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The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VI ~ The Quest For Hearthstone ~ .iv

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VI ≈ iv. The Quest For Hearthstone But as Haeredion crept ever on, and his supplies of food and water dwindled, the peering eyes fell away from his path, and he finally felt alone. The dead silence of the western woods gave way to crunchy leaves, and rustling winds again, and he realized how much he had missed sounds that carried on without his help. The game had disappeared in this part of the forest, and autumn had taken hold of the land here long enough that there was nothing growing to be eaten. The ground was hard and dry. Rain...

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The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VI ~ The Quest For Hearthstone ~ .iii

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VI ≈ iii. The Quest For Hearthstone And so he traveled along the rocky spine of the Maegorod Mountains that separated Beardenheim from Shavehalla, before crossing the great river Sírphen into Manegard, the land of the elves. He lost himself in the deep forests of Alfheim, which gave way to shimmering cities among the trees that seemed made of moonlight. He hunted the plentiful woodland game, and foraged berries, roots and mushrooms. He spoke to the light elves, a few of whom had crossed paths with a human cartographer, but remembered little else of such a simple creature. After a time...

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