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6.37 – Haunts
The five Vidofnings and Runa now ringed the chamber that grew steadily colder – cold enough, now, that the water from his breath caught in the hairs of his beard. Could enough to redden their noses and fingers, soon. At the center of the room, a purple-black cloud of energy writhed. Between Einarr and this…
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6.36 – The Plan
Einarr and his companions stood gathered outside the hidden chamber in the river cave. Before them, inside, a glowing purple cloud of magical energy hung in midair. If they wanted off this island, they had to get rid of it. If they wanted to get out of here alive, they had to be very careful…
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6.35 – The Key
“I can go no further,” Guthbrandr announced. “Ahead you will find… me, for lack of a better term. Take care that you, yourselves, do not become infected by its poison: I think even your Valkyrie’s feather would fail to keep you sane then. And know that I lay no more claim to anything in there…
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6.34 – Journal
On the fragile page beneath Einarr’s fingertips, writing in a surprisingly delicate hand filled the first page of the book. At first glance it appeared to be in no writing Einarr had ever seen – not runes, and certainly not Imperial script. Then it was as though the words on the page began to swim…
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6.33 – Ghost Stories
“There never was any old man.” Arkja’s pronouncement fell on the deck of the Gestrisni like a brick of lead. A million questions flooded Einarr’s brain at once, such that he could not ask any of them – merely sat, staring, at the pronouncer. Irding recovered first. “So this is twice this season we’ve run…
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6.32 – Departure
While fixing the Gestrisni went about as well as Einarr could have hoped, that still left them groping for an answer, or even just a clue, of how to get past the magic trapping them here. “We may have to just go, with the expectation of being turned back once,” Runa finally said. Arkja’s men…
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6.31 – Gathering Together
“I did, milord.” The earnest-faced fisherman stepped forward, looking vaguely embarrassed. Einarr nodded, curious as to why the man would be embarrassed – but now was not the time. “Good job. Keep it up. Do we have the tools you’ll need?” The yellow-haired man straightened. “I believe so, milord. Got the basics, anyway. Anything else…
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6.21 – Ghost Town
The trail through the hills, now that there was no longer a troll haunting it, would have been a pleasant hike on any other island. The midday sun was bright, and a crisp breeze played with the grass. It was almost, Einarr thought, like the island was conspiring to keep people from even trying to…
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6.20 – Lair
“No.” For a second, the troll’s face hung slack and stupid. Einarr could see the moment when it realized she meant it: rage began to build like a squall on the ocean, until finally the storm broke. The creature roared: “What?” Einarr and his companions flinched away from the thunderous noise. Not that he could…
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6.15 – The Test
The five spent a second night in the windowless meeting hall, although while the door was still guarded this time they were not alone. The hulder had moved their wounded to biers lain about the hall. Some of the huldrakall were up and about, looking as restless as Einarr felt. Wanting, he expected, to be…
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