Here's a sneak of Midgard Ch. 19, written by Patrick:
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"Gruesome was given his name for the carnage he wrought on the battlefield, but now he felt it meant the hollow sickness that threatened to overwhelm his heart. The little bonedancer was dead. Pellien walked wounded. It pained the big troll to see the old shaman shuffling along so. He was always so spry. The berserker knew Pellien was older than he seemed, knew one of his grandchildren was a young hunter stationed at Vindsaul Faste; but the little blue guy had always had a spring in his step and a twinkle in his eye. He was quick with a joke, but as steady as a river in a fight. Gruesome never considered the idea of life without Pellien. Every fight, almost every gods-given day since he met the shaman was spent with his magic flowing through his mighty muscles. He learned every inch of the Abion and Hibernian frontiers behind the wry little kobold.
He never realized just how small Pellien was. Now he looked so tiny, so vulnerable. Gruesome didn?t doubt the old shaman?s power, he knew well the kobold?s feats in battle; but he vowed to let no other enemy touch his friend. No more of his companions would die while he drew breath, he swore. "
"Gruesome was given his name for the carnage he wrought on the battlefield, but now he felt it meant the hollow sickness that threatened to overwhelm his heart. The little bonedancer was dead. Pellien walked wounded. It pained the big troll to see the old shaman shuffling along so. He was always so spry. The berserker knew Pellien was older than he seemed, knew one of his grandchildren was a young hunter stationed at Vindsaul Faste; but the little blue guy had always had a spring in his step and a twinkle in his eye. He was quick with a joke, but as steady as a river in a fight. Gruesome never considered the idea of life without Pellien. Every fight, almost every gods-given day since he met the shaman was spent with his magic flowing through his mighty muscles. He learned every inch of the Abion and Hibernian frontiers behind the wry little kobold.
He never realized just how small Pellien was. Now he looked so tiny, so vulnerable. Gruesome didn?t doubt the old shaman?s power, he knew well the kobold?s feats in battle; but he vowed to let no other enemy touch his friend. No more of his companions would die while he drew breath, he swore. "
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