Traveling northward, the caravan heaved in the heat of the midday sun which was exaggerated by the lack of shade as the land before them turned barren and mountainous. A distant hawk's screech echoed in a cloudless sky.
“We’ve got company” Blob bellowed.
“I see nothing”, Oink uttered. He was partly right, not a tree in sight and only low lying rubble paved the path. Hardly a place for a snoop to sneak.
Without moving his head, Blob looked to the sky. “The hawks, they’ve been following us now for miles. Someone has sent them. Whatever it is we are seeking, it must be pretty important”
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I met Fogweaver through Vedurnan and, later, Magelight. This more energetic take on their music is wonderful and exciting, a compelling twist bearing their unique signature. emanuele127
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If nostalgia for an age where creatures of myth walked together with the children of men had a soundtrack, this album would be it. Also, a touching reminder that we can forego wealth and power for wilderness and freedom, if we so choose. emanuele127