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Ethel

Silvered in the Moonlight

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I envied Waelden for his ability to sleep. My mind was still more active than I wished as the small hours approached, but he slept as if he hadn’t a care. That was not true. After speaking with him of Isa, he had much to ponder.

The Dragon and the Shieldwall

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Hild climbed the stairs at the back of the ‘Roaring Dragon’ and headed to the door of Bronaa’s room.

“Ethel is here” she stated, as she knocked on the wood and entered.

The witch's curse

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The following words were called loud and relentlessly into the darkness of midnight many, many years ago, in the time of the Long Winter, T.A 2759. Ice and snow fell from the sky upon the woman scorned; the moon veiled by the blackest of clouds and the whitest of mist, and her voice the harbinger of doom and ruin upon the world and her lover, the one who had left her in the cold as she lay in childbirth, screaming of thirst, of hunger, and of pain.

The Blessing of Bema and the Witch's Curse.

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I am tired. I grow frailer by the day.

Not devastatingly so. Nay, the weakening moves in small steps. But something I find normal one day, may be more exhausting the next; may be undoable the following week. 

Summer shenanigans

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It has been a challenging year of broken ankles, mischief and battles at Bancross. Waelden, Ethel and Yllfa have all gone through dark days in recent years. But where evil and misfortune often darken their skies and their hopes, there are also those warm, beautiful days with a bright, blue sky only partly hidden by clouds, a warm, yellow sun and the sweet, caressing wind to remind them that there are still good things in the world.

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Commissioned artwork created by Sairona

The Bancross Mystery: All Safe for Now.

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The fires of farewell

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There was an ominous aura of melancholy on the streets of Bancross in the days after the battle. The worried faces and itching sword-arms had been quietly replaced by tear-filled eyes, hunched backs and feet dragging on the ground behind them. While our dead could be counted in a handful, the pained and wounded were more plentiful; some with missing limbs, while others got away with only deep cuts and bruises. The east-borne enemy had not fared as well.

Outbound

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All around the Bancross the sky dusked and the shadows was getting longer and darker, reflecting my brooding mood. Casting a guilty glance towards the farm of Waelden, Yllfa and Ethel, I return my attention to my task at hand. I'm trying to saddle up a skittish dark brown filly, but it has proven difficult. The filly has sensed my dark mood and it unsettles her, making her skip away, each time I get too close.

Time to Grow Up

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“Ethel, are you awake?”

There was no reply, though the corn-haired girl muttered slightly and hugged the blanket around herself.

Safe, at last

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Once the horns sounded one last time, and the shouts of battle had slowly died out to an eerie silence, the danger was at long last over. The stress, fear and anxiety of the townspeople ended, though emotions still ran wild and rampant amongst them.

Young Ethel, old Agnes, Hearrd and others, who had taken refuge inside the meadhall, could finally come out and breathe the open air again. They were still alive, and the town was safe. For now.

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