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The Bottle

I write this missive in that hope that one day, however scant that event may be, someone shall come across it and relieve me of the curse that I find myself subjected to. How I came by it, I do not know, for fates have dealt me this hand doom blindly, as is their wont. Were it not for the fact that it had happened to me, I would scarcely have believed it possible. I also write this so as to remind myself of the events that led up to this, my memory not being what it used to. The events have left me doubting all that I have seen and experienced.

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Daughter of the Windswept Hills – Part Six

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It took the better part of two weeks for the word to go out and the clans to assemble, coming in from all along the hills that made up the Aedring lands. With dozens of clans in attendance, carrying many more feuds and disputes than that between them, the air around the gathering hung charged with potential and possibility. Through hard work, perseverance and even a few threats, Hraega kept it all together, for, despite their differences, the Aedring brooked no interference in their lands or ways by lowlanders. An attack on one, even a despised foe, was an attack on all.

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The Bowl of Storms

Listen, O Children, of a time when the world was yet young, and the dew lay still upon the earth, of days when the shadows crept from the dark places to stalk the People.

In those days, the earliest of which we know, in a past so distant that the numbers thereof are beyond those of the stars, the People dwelt as one. They feared neither the shadows nor the dark places from which they crept, for they were mighty hunters.

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Wisdom From The Ashes – Part Seven

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The sound of crashing blades rang out through the hills as men and women struggled in mortal contest. Horses kicked up dust and shouts echoed. There were dozens involved in the grim exchange, a heavy patrol of Harmur’s men, both on foot and horse, locked in battle with Zethar’s growing band of rebels and outlaws.

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Daughter of the Windswept Hills – Part Five

The Aedring warriors took up positions near the entrance to the valley to the west, from whence the raiders would come. The stream crashed its way down through the gap, towards the lowlands, and there an old trail made its way alongside it. The valley narrowed there, and the hills grew steeper still, almost to vertical in parts, enclosing the valley. The Aedring faded away into the landscape, using the terrain as only a native could, as sly as a hunting fox, hidden from sight so as to make the valley appear open and inviting to any that entered it. Even the sharpest eyed hawk would have been troubled to spot them. In the hill country, surviving required great skill in the arts of stealth and camouflage.

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Cahuac and the Sun

Hear, O Children, hear of the days when the world was yet young and the dew lay still upon the earth, of a time when the shadows from the dark places stalked the People.

In those days, the earliest that we know, in the past so distant that numbers can not count the passing of the seasons, the People dwelt as one. Mighty hunters they were, that feared neither the shadows nor the dark places they crept from.

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