Raiding the Giant’s Horde

Jaspar Fuzzy-Breeks, Jarl of Sofar, Chare, and the Boxen Isles, stretched. Winter had come to Ut-Garden, bringing cold and damp to the very sill of his hall. And, as they did every year, the thumb-giants had failed to drive it back. Una the Deep Meowing counselled yowling at the winter, but Jaspar favoured a different … Continue reading Raiding the Giant’s Horde