Flashes of reddish-orange rent the twilight sky, drawing Aithne’s attention from her work over the forge. Four meteors tracked glowing trails through the gloom. A moment later she heard the sound of distant blasting as the meteors hit smashed into the ground on the plateau below. Aithne was already strapping her sword to her back […]
Hvat has made paper, of sorts. I have not given up on finding a papyrus tree so we can simply pull down sheets of real paper but Hvat shows no signs of making that a priority. Not that it should be since the raid that cleared the southern home of supplies – we have enough […]
The paper is rough and the ink weak, but the words are carefully written: Aithne and I began scouting for a new place to live. The place where we live now is all well and good, if all you need in life is water, turtle meat, and stone. Yet I crave some semblance of civilization […]