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    • The Adventures of Einarr Stigandersen
      • Book 1: Einarr Stigandersen and the Jotünhall
      • Book 2: Einarr and the Oracle of Attilsund
      • Book 3: Einarr Stigandersen and the Allthane’s Masquerade
      • Book 4: Einarr and the Demon Fleet
      • Book 5: Einarr and the Tower of Ravens
      • Book 6: The Isle of the Forgotten
      • Book 7: Einarr and the Crimson Shroud
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      • Book 9: Einarr and the Wolf’s Flame
      • Book 10: Einarr and the Ice Wolf
      • Book 11: Einarr and the Island of Thorns
      • Book 12: Einarr and the Paths of Stone
      • Book 13: Einarr and the Demon of Nilthiad
      • Book 14: Einarr and the Razing of the North
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Tag: Attilsund

6.7 – A Nearly Peaceful Night

6.7 – A Nearly Peaceful Night

Auna left them in the meeting hall under heavy guard after giving Runa the lines she would have to inscribe. She, then, wandered off into a corner of the room, muttering under her breath. From the cadence, it sounded as though she were practicing. There had been nothing to write the spell in, after all,…

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Einarr Stigandersen
3.23 – Telling of Tales

3.23 – Telling of Tales

“Very good, my Lord. In that case, let me begin with how I won the Isinntog from the Jotün Fraener of Svartlauf.” “The who of where?” “Ah, but surely my Lord should know that story! It was ancient when my grandfather was still a babe. Once, long ago, the elves of Skaergard created a torc…

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2.11 – The First Trial

2.11 – The First Trial

Morning in Attilsund was marked not by the sun climbing over the tops of the pines but by a gradual lightening from black to grey of the cloud cover that had not yet broken. Einarr awoke groggy after a night filled with restless dreams, that all seemed to end with the realization he was being watched. He stomped into his boots anyway, warming his toes a little in the process, and hoisted his baldric over his shoulder as he joined his father and Jorir near the edge of the green.

Einarr Stigandersen
2.10 – Attilsund

2.10 – Attilsund

A week and a half from Apalvik, the craggy green fjord of Attilsund rose into view beneath a steel-grey sky. Stigander ordered the sail furled and the oars deployed as they nosed the Vidofnir into the narrow channel. The ship passed into the shadow of the cliffs to either side.

Einarr shivered and wished he had an excuse to join the rowers. Nearly summer, and still he saw ice on the rock near the water line. He didn’t bother looking up: the sky would be little more than a line between the tree-limned rock faces. He would be with the group going ashore, however, and Father had made sure the landing party would be fresh by keeping them off the oars. And if Father wanted them fresh, that meant he anticipated trouble ashore.

Einarr Stigandersen
2.5 – News of an Oracle

2.5 – News of an Oracle

The beach they cast off from was little more than a glimmer in the moonlight when Stigander passed command to Bardr for the night. Sivid had drawn the short straw for watch this night, although even among those not on duty few slept. Most drank.

Stigander sprawled in the stern, staring up at the unblinking stars from under where his awning would ordinarily cover. Einarr approached, his boots deliberately loud on the deck, and took a swig from the skin he had just filled. It sloshed as he flopped down to sit by his father. He held it out by way of offer: his father’s paw nearly enclosed his hand when the offer was accepted. Neither man felt the urge to talk. There was little to talk about, until Stigander was deep enough in his cups that he started telling stories of home, and Einarr didn’t think there was enough in that skin to get that far.

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