Winter Witch (Pathfinder Tales)
Elaine Cunningham, Dave Gross
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In a village of the frozen north, a child is born possessed by a strange and alien spirit, only to be cast out by her tribe and taken in by the mysterious winter witches of Irrisen, a land locked in permanent magical winter. Farther south, a young mapmaker with a penchant for forgery discovers that his sham treasure maps have begun striking gold. This is the story of Ellasif, a barbarian shield maiden who will stop at nothing to recover her missing sister, and Decclan, the ne'er-do-well young spellcaster-turned-forger who wants only to prove himself to the woman he loves. Together they'll face monsters, magic, and the fury of Ellasif's own cold-hearted warriors in their quest to rescue the lost child.
Yet when they finally reach the ice-walled city of Whitethrone, where trolls hold court and wolves roam the streets as men, will it be too late to save the girl from the forces of darkness?
inland holding. Mindspin Mountains: Mountain range that forms part of Varisia’s eastern border. Necromancy: Magic that manipulates the power of death, unlife, and the life force. Nethys: Two-faced god of magic, pledged to both destroy the world and protect it. Nolander: Of or relating to the region of the Nolands, or one of that region’s savage residents. Nolands: Unclaimed region in northern Varisia where criminals and outcasts war and raid in rough, violent bands. Nymph: Beautiful fey
tales, few foes could overcome a barrier formed of Ulfen warriors. Spear warriors formed up a dozen paces behind the front line of warriors, weapons in hand. Several of the older boys dragged bundles of spears from the weapon huts. One had already taken his place beside his warrior, four weapons held ready to pass: two slim throwing spears, a sturdy pike, and a short spear for hand-to-hand fighting. In the center of the village clearing, behind the warriors and their boys, three old men fed the
“There’s no time for foolishness. My orders are to return with you and serve under your leadership, or else to claim that honor by bringing home your body.” “I must inconvenience you,” said Ellasif. “I am still using it.” “I don’t want to kill you,” Olenka whispered. “To be honest, I don’t think I could.” “Now that,” the smaller woman said approvingly, “is the first sensible thing you’ve said tonight.” “So you’ll come with me? You’ll come home?” The pleading note in Olenka’s voice touched a
nodded and drew a long breath. “Here’s everything I know: The object of the spell disappeared slowly. I couldn’t break through the ice to free him. When he disappeared, the ice melted immediately. He wasn’t the first person taken. I found an ice casing, very thin and fragile, after my friend Silvana had already vanished. The most obvious difference in these two cases,” he added, because he knew the gnome would ask, “was location. One was taken from a steamy bathhouse in Cliffside, the other from
bridge over the Steam just east of the forbidden site. “There is no such bridge,” said Ellasif. “Are you sure?” he asked. She nodded. “I saw it from a distance, but I am certain.” “That’s too bad,” said Avari. He lifted a thumb to rub away the bridge, but then he shrugged, rolled up the map, and stuffed it into his pack. “You’d think a town of that size would have a bridge. And it would have been convenient, if Balev weren’t so frightened of the place.” “It would be more convenient for all