Fleeing the Pharoah, folk from our clan moved kin and kine to the newly re-opened lands of the Dragon Pass frontier, where the winds move freely and we can make our own beginnings. The land here now knows the taste of our sweat and our blood -- we've felled trees and ploughed fields, built steads, fought off strange creatures which attacked us, and lost good fyrdsmen to an attack by Grazers -- and over the land we weave a tapestry of bonds between peoples -- with the Eldryami who halted our tree-felling and blessed our fields, with the neighbouring clans with whom we shared our bounty and with whom we hope to make marriages, with the spirit of the river, and even with our old enemies the Mockingbirds, who have recently arrived to press the frontier further and who might well provide us with a raiding target. And we have travelled far: to Karse and Nochet to return the axe my WindLord Father borrowed from Babeester Gor, and to Kerofin to slaughter a red bull (a tiresome travelling companion) and scatter the ashes of our godi.
Cheers,
Jennifer
-- Jennifer Geard
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