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The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VII ~ The Saga of Frostwood ~ .xiii

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VII ≈ xiii. The Saga of Frostwood Trickles of blood flowed from a thousand tiny wounds as Mithrilon fell to the ground, overwhelmed by this unforeseen army or surprising ferocity. He had never been party to a fight that had tickled as much as it hurt. The squirrel in his breeches was getting dangerously close to his delicates, the capybara had taken off with his boot, and a team of mice were making quick work on his belt leather. His eyes swam with prismic light from above, rainbows dancing in his vision and he closed them...

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The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VII ~ The Saga of Frostwood ~ .xii

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VII ≈ xii. The Saga of Frostwood Another day, another throne room. Mithrilon had saved a length of moon hide before he sent the duke’s boot makings back to his father. It had worked as the perfect lure to get him in the room with the king of the gods, where he now knelt, measuring the king’s feet. He was nearly finished, but he was no closer to snatching the Míresgal from the king’s crown than he had been back in Nidavellir. But he had taken his time with the measuring, charming and flattering the king...

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The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VII ~ The Saga of Frostwood ~ .xi

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VII ≈ xi. The Saga of Frostwood In the halls of Óleryd under the mountain of Orod lived the dwarven king, the royal family, varied distant nobles, and the endless quarters of the sturdy dwarven miners and craftsman that built the wondrous engineering feats for which dwarves are known throughout the realm. Now, here, he had been left unattended in the great hall where a weighty throne sat upon the dais, stonework adorned with gold filigree and encrusted with sparkling jewels. At the top of the throne, gold light shone from a palm-sized stone inlaid into...

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The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VII ~ The Saga of Frostwood ~ .x

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VII ≈ x. The Saga of Frostwood Rhewil’s feet carried her faster south through the forest than they had on the way north, aided by each tumble she took down hill and hollow. Where the vines and grasses that grew from the will of the Creation Stone in this otherwise barren place had before been an aid on their path, now they grasped at her ankles and tripped her stride. “Curse every foot of this bloody forest.” she muttered under her ragged breath, retrieving the Míresgal from her pocket. She rubbed it gently and the ground...

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The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ VII ~ The Saga of Frostwood ~ .ix

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VII ≈ ix. The Saga of Frostwood Mithrilon and Rhewil gathered a cache of supplies from Enedon, paid for with Mithrilon’s excess silver from the night before. He held his Fire and Luck Stones, and she the Creation Stone. He sent a messenger dragonfly to his father with a tale of there being no Moon Elk hide to be found in the markets, so he was setting off with a guide to find it, hence the anticipated lateness of his return. And with that, the pair set off north toward Svartalfheim. If the dark elves were...

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