The Raven's Unkindness
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 1h 24m
Ongoing, First published Nov 15, 2016
In a land of gods and goddesses, monsters and men, saints and transgressors, power and weakness, warriors and warmongers, there are many tales to be told. There are many men that rise to power, religious, militaristic, economical, or cultural, but all fall. All men fall, life is just contest to see who can rise to fall the farthest into the cold embrace. 

The winters are harsh in Aasern, but the people survive, the clans survive. They wait in their forest halls and mountain homes, waiting for direction. They have squabbled and bickered, but now they sense a threat. The northern winds are just a little warmer, the passes are beginning to melt after so many years.

The coastal king looks south as the spring melts begin, and begins to gather his forces. The warriors are restless, but not all are setting their sight in the same direction, the call of the predator has been heard.

They, the long forgotten children, are lost no longer.
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