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In Poztar, the wood-built capital of Urd, King Hormerath, friend of Blue Wizards, is dying. Thingolodh of the Falas waits beside him, cheering his last hour with tales of the Great Sea in the West. Or so he told us later. Knowing Thingolodh, I'm not sure exactly how cheering that would be, but no doubt Hormerath was excited about going beyond the Circles of the World and discovering what comes next for Mortal Men, so he probably didn't mind too much.
The lords and notables of Urd come riding into Poztar, in preparation for the meeting of the Wiatt : the body that will choose the next king of Urd.
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You thought that was it? You thought, how can there be more of this stuff? Well, there is....
In Poztar, the wood-built capital of Urd, King Hormerath, friend of Blue Wizards, is dying. Thingolodh of the Falas waits beside him, cheering his last hour with tales of the Great Sea in the West. Or so he told us later. Knowing Thingolodh, I'm not sure exactly how cheering that would be, but no doubt Hormerath was excited about going beyond the Circles of the World and discovering what comes next for Mortal Men, so he probably didn't mind too much.
The lords and notables of Urd come riding into Poztar, in preparation for the meeting of the Wiatt : the body that will choose the next king of Urd.
( Read more... )
You thought that was it? You thought, how can there be more of this stuff? Well, there is....