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12.9 – The Barren Isle
A dry wind swept across the barren plain under a gray sky when they awakened the next morning. Einarr, as the first up, sat up to survey the land around them. Not long after, Vali returned from his patrol. “Well? How bad is it?” The ghost offered a wan half-smile. “Miles and miles of… this,…
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12.8 – Landfall
“A guardian? What do you mean?” Kaldr’s brows lowered. “Just that.” Runa sighed. “The High Roads of Ljosalfheim require magical knowledge particular to the alfs to even find, let alone enter. The dvergr will be no more keen to allow mortals into their realms: if the entrance to the paths is a physical place, it…
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12.7 – Kraken
Fighting a Kraken was a losing proposition, ordinarily, even in a longship with a full crew. Einarr didn’t want to think about what their chances were in the Villgås, with only the six of them. Five, really: Runa’s queasiness had not been helped by their abrupt maneuvers. That also meant, of course, that they could…
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12.6 – The Path Forward
They waited in silence until they were sure Kharmor was out of earshot and off the docks – with the way sound carried over water, the second was required for the first. Then Kaldr turned to Runa. “What do you know about these Paths of Stone?” She shook her head, her hair tickling Einarr’s nose.…
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12.5 – The Salty Grotto
“Evening, strangers. My thanks for the invitation.” “The pleasure is ours. Have a seat.” The dwarf rumbled: it might have been a laugh. “Not many strangers call dining with a dark dwarf a pleasure.” Einarr offered a friendly smile. “A good friend of mine happens to be a dark dwarf. My name’s Einarr.” “Hmm. Kharmor.”…
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12.4 – Bar Hopping
Their second stop was at a place called The Grey Gate. Other than being a less-likely haunt for freeboaters on leave, its chief benefit was its proximity to the foundry and the timber yard in the city. Once again Einarr and Kaldr seated themselves in an unobtrusive corner, ordered a pair of ales, and sat…
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12.3 – Mýrarhöfn
Einarr stepped out into the road running past the end of the pier and looked up and down it. Calling it a road may have been generous: he had seen cart paths that were better maintained. Deep muddy ruts scarred the surface, with standing water in several of them. Board walks lined the sides of…
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12.2 – The Wild Goose
Stigander went so far as to provide the karve for their search – one of the benefits, he said, of being back where they belonged – while Einarr and Kaldr assembled their team. Thjofgrir’s presence was as critical for Kaldr as Naudrek’s was for Einarr. After much deliberation, they agreed that Vali was their best…
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12.1 – Disappearance
Einarr was far gladder than he cared to admit – especially to Runa – to see Breidelstein harbor as it hove into view. Captain Tormud of the Thorfridr had been more than gracious, and had pushed his ship beyond all limits so that they could pay the calls they had to in the allotted time.…
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Book 12: Einarr and the Paths of Stone
Table of Contents After three long years, Einarr was finally able to marry his beloved Runa. No sooner do the two return from their honeymoon, however, than they learn something terrible has happened in their absence: Jorir, Einarr’s best friend, First Mate, and sworn liegeman, has disappeared! A search was organized, but they lost the…
