Let us tell you a tale.
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viii. Beardsgaard Origins
Êl watched the newly formed beings spread over the realm, and it came to mind that the lands themselves had no names for its settled creatures to call their own. So Êl joined Angolon in his tower and together from high above, they studied the faces they had first seen in their dreams.
The elves, their faces smooth by nature and resplendent all in their flowing manes of sun and moon and darkling starlight dwelled in the still nameless deep western forest of the realm. The pair beheld their majesty, as if adorned in the finery of the earth’s most beautiful things, and named their kingdom Manegaard.
The giants and dwarves and men in the east grew their greatest manes from their chins, an adornment of carefree strength and sturdy wisdom, and so Êl and Angolon called their kingdom of mountains and flatlands Beardenheim.
The gods in the south, flanked by ice and fire and ringed by billowing clouds were the only beings in the realm to alter their the fur of their faces with blades of their own devising, blades so sharp they sang when they passed over jaw and chin. This place Êl and Angolon called Shavehalla.
And as the silver spark began to rise, they finally named this land of theirs. But they did not call it “this land.” They called it Beardsgaard.