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

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VII ≈ xvii. The Saga of Frostwood Upon far off glance, one would think it had been an ice bear, but standing before it, it was twice that size, with claws like daggers on its huge and heavy front paws that were even now bearing down upon Mithrilon. He dove to his left, rolled, and reached for the red stone, rubbing it quickly before landing on his back and unleashing a ball of fire toward the creature. It eyes blazed as it turned, and, snorting in a deep breath through its huge bull’s nostrils, it roared...

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

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VII ≈ xviii. The Saga of Frostwood Moonlight spilled over the upper branches of the Ironwood in waterfalls flowing through the spaces left behind by the fallen giants. After what seemed an age, he stepped forward into the pool of light and snow. His eyes stayed fixed on the crushed creature, but with each slow step they flitted to his Luck Stone, resting on the back of the paw of the thing pinned under the tree. He knelt lightly, to be able to spring away as quick as his frozen and battered knees would allow, and...

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

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VII ≈ xvi. The Saga of Frostwood His were the first human eyes that had ever been laid upon the Ironwood forests of Frostwood. The trees stretched so tall before him they appeared as cliffs carved from mountains, ravaged through the eons by ice-laden ocean waves. But although water lay below him, feet or fathoms of glacier, none could tell here, it was ice and snow that held him before the majesty of the trees. Their limbs creaked like frozen iron plate, their sounds of their nettles on the wind hard and soft like the metallic...

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

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VII ≈ xv. The Saga of Frostwood The great wailing maw of the mountains that split the lands of giants and dwarves was known in the human and dwarven lands as the Wall of Winds. No one knew now what the giants called it, as no giants, dwarves, nor any other had passed its fury since it came to be in ages lost to the mists of time. Though ages have a way of making things into things that have always been, the raging blizzard that held the border between the giant lands of Jotunheim and...

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

≈ Follow the tale as it unfolds on Facebook and Instagram and discover more treasures ≈ #deartravelers Let us tell you a tale. ≈ VII ≈ xiv. The Saga of Frostwood Mithrilon had been in possession of his Luck Stone since he could first remember, and the Fire Stone since he was a boy. The stones of Creation, Destruction, Earth, Ether, and Water he had found in the days in which he was still a young man. The last two stones, however, had consumed the rest of his youth, and for decades he used his charm, quick tongue, and a bit of luck to plie stories from men in their cups from one end of the realm to the other....

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