The Tale of Heorogar by Pollux
Page 8 of 8 The pendant in his hand glimmered brightly, and without checking the rest of
the body for loot he hastily departed, returning to the waning battleground,
axe in hand. Many hours passed and the Trachans fled the battlefield, Garamund
reluctantly among them. Over the course of the next several months, through
several brutal campaigns, the Trachans were defeated. Through various briberies
their lands were spared, however great tributes had to be paid before the
warriors were allowed to return to their lands. Garamund survived, and with the
pendant procured unknowingly from his creator, he fled at full speed to his
native home of Ivlüv, trying to ignore the memory of the thing in the sky that
had screamed at him as he took the pendant away.
He felt the future beckon.
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