[The Iceland Saga]
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Ongoing, First published Jan 30
[The Iceland Saga]
(Story Introduction)

The darkness of the night fades as the pale moonlight dips behind thick clouds. But what comes isn't dawn, but the beginning of a new day in an era ruled by swords and blood. We are in the 11th century, where no sound rises above the clash of swords and the battle cries of warriors, in a time when the sword was the measure of power, and life was an endless struggle.

In the heart of Iceland, a harsh land that seems like a prisoner between its rocky mountains and dense forests, the whiteness of the ice stretches like a shroud that envelops life. A biting cold gnaws at the bodies, and violent winds tear through everything. But in the midst of this desolate ice, there is a fire that never dies... A fire from the depths of the dark forests, where war cries echo, ripping through the stillness of the night, heralding the storm's approach.

They are the "Viberian", warriors who know no mercy, raised on battle, living on the edge of death. With eyes glowing like ember sparks, and swords dripping with blood, they instill fear even in the hearts of hungry beasts. When the swords clash, all that can be heard are the cries of pain, and the ringing of steel sends a spark of warmth into this icy hell, where there is no room for the weak, and no law but the survival of the fittest.

The winds howl, and the sound of battle echoes through the mountains. Do you hear it? It's the sound of the battle drawing closer, heavy steps approaching your world, hot breath preceding the edges of swords. Do you dare face the Viberian? Or has fear already begun to creep into your bones?

This is not just a story, but an epic etched in the ice of Iceland... where the fury of nature collides with the violence of men, and where heroes are born or buried in the snow. The only question is: Do you have the courage to complete the journey?
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"Elves of the Northern Vale" A Tundrawolf Story

19 parts Complete

As happened many times in the past the Fell Ice once again charged down from the north and attacked the world in its effort to turn it into a frozen ball of ice. Only the White Magic and it's ally the Sun could stand against such a vast enemy. From their home in the Valley of the Sun the great tribe of Elves could only watch as the monumental fight unfolded. As the battle intensified and the valley became threatened the tribe separated back into their four original tribes and each made their way back to their ancestral homes. Within their Vales, behind thick stone walls and under powerful domes of magic, they were protected from the onslaught upon the earth. The Elves watched for thousands upon thousands of turns as the war raged overhead. The Fell Ice against the Sun and the White Magic were locked in a struggle lasting for an age, with neither side claiming victory as the earth was ravaged. In time the Fell Ice retreated, as it had so many times in the past. Beaten, yet not defeated, only biding it's time for the next attack. It returned to its frozen Kingdom at the Top of the World, thus ending this last Age of Ice. This time, as the earth warmed around them, the Elves remained secluded from the world in their hidden Vales. They observed from afar life returning to the lands and took stock of man becoming the dominant ones as their numbers grew and spread. As the Elves watched they felt safe and secure in their Vale strongholds. They had no idea of the danger that was about to befall them. This is a stand-alone sequel to my story "Druids Bane".