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  • Hatred of Smiling Faces

    We continued our journey and when we found a suitable tree, I climbed up to scout ahead. The Hyperborean camp had moved further north, away from the village which was good. A more immediate problem however was the pack of wolves that were trying to …

  • The scrolls of Ahriman

    I am Ahriman, third son of Zarathustra Hizir, the shaman of our people and I am without guidance. My father has left for lands unknown for reasons I do not know. He refused to tell me anything about what he was doing and even forbid me to go with him, …

  • Kill for the living. Live for the dead

    As the Hyperboreans disappeared north I turned my attention to my brothers who the swine had been after. They were members of the Kongar tribe; a plump man named Moonhawk and his cousin, Xuren. Both looked exhausted and Xuren had a nasty injury to his arm …

  • Extended Family

    Kuzeyli had killed off two more of the invaders down below and more importantly, given the Khazari a chance to free themselves. They had taken so many… Although I was of course happy to see so many of my brothers still alive, my heart ached at the thought …

  • Spiritual Awakenings

    Spiritual Awakenings We continued our talk with Grandmother Kiryat and after coming to an agreement that we were family and could trust one another, we began preparations for the vulture tribe to rejoin the rest of the Khazari after their self-imposed …

  • The man blessed by the spirits

    It had been some time since I last met Ay-demir, she was as strong and handsome as I remembered her. They had been hunting the Hyperboreans and had been the one who originally bloodied them the first time. They had been deserters of a larger raiding party …

  • The White Ape

    I continued my conversation with sister Sabriye, I told her of the valley of fire and the Hyperborean attack, about the vulture tribe and my meeting with Araataan. She shared her wisdom with me freely for which I was grateful although I admit that her …

  • Judgements

    As morning came, my hope for some form of enlightenment were dashed. Dawn had not brought any new insight or guidance, it had however brought pain. Or more accurately, sister Sabriye had. She had smeared a stinging, foul smelling concoction on my bruises …

  • The Importance of Faith

    Khurdan led us forward, setting a good pace for us as we left the Khutan camp behind us. The snow and cold had gotten worse and so we pressed on in silence, taking only short breaks until Khurdan signaled to stop for the day and make camp. I had been …

  • Temptations

    The temple proved to be largely intact and good shelter from the increasing wind. It even had a basement leading to what seemed to be its catacombs but we all agreed to leave their dead alone, a curtsey they had not offered us. We all went to bed …

  • Enemy Territory

    Kuzeyli, always thinking about her friends, arranged a bath for us. It was a genuinely nice gesture and after our talk last night I suspected it was largely meant to help us relax. She’s a good friend. Zeynep went in first and her naked form quickly …

  • Separation Anxiety

    Khurdan led us towards the fort until he suddenly stopped. He noticed signs that people had been in these woods quite recently. The idea that whoever had wandered around might return and flank us during the attack worried him and so we decided to track …

  • A Wretched Hive of Scum and Sorcery

    Manduhai led the free men and women on their raid while the rest of us continued our journey to the city Kuzeyli had supposedly been taken to. Khurdan thought it best to avoid the open road and so we travelled in silence through the woods. Perhaps that …

  • Fear

    The town was in panic as the flames spread. Soldiers and citizens alike swarmed the streets and it seemed risky to carry Kuzeyli trough that throng of people. I looked around in the dark and found a small house where they kept their horses. I laid Kuzeyli …

  • Heart of Darkness

    Time passed as preparations for the attack continued. There was little for me to do, I had little insight to lend nor was I asked to provide any. Kuzeyli acted as if she was the slave lord’s champion, spending her time with him and his men. Zeynep had …

  • Broken Chains

    The fire grew and we had to move. Kuzeyli and ‘her men’ jumped the fire while I ran along the ledge, getting myself up on the viewing platform, returning to the entrance of the sacrificial chamber. My robes caught fire, robes given to me by my father and …

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