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Skarde howled into the climb, moving quickly above Alistair and Kristen. The Summerlanders proved to be of good stock, especially Maraad, who seemed to leap all the way to the top. Already the giant had begun the bloodsport, already he sated his hunger for Orcish blood! Skarde would shift in...

As the shore loomed closer, Skarde would once more make his way above deck. He would stalk to the bow, past the Southerners and through the columns of rowers until he reached the base of the dragons head, the decoration of their vessel. It served to both ward off the angry spirits of the sea...

Amidst the chanting came the laughter of a Norden, one who dwarfed even Kristen. Aside from the single white wolf cloak that draped his shoulders, the rest of his attire was light. "Have no fear, Southerner, we shall land shortly." Over the voyage, many of the Norden either looked to the warrior...

Horns in the distance. It wasn't a good sign. They had received reports of Fae massing in the area and he had been sent to deal with them. He would crouch low and began to sniff the air. Blood. Blood of the Nordens was being spilt. And that, would not be tolerated. They had trekked over the...