Portal Jockey - The TundraThe last people Aislinn had seen had told her that she was in the Land Without End, in such a way that she could hear the capital letters falling into place. Almost two weeks later, she had fully realised why they called it that. For more long, cold miles than she could count, she had walked through the vast conifer forests of the taiga. She had seen nobody, and no sign of warmer weather or any change in the landscape. She was moving north. Some instinct a gift from her father, perhaps, like her talent for languages told her it was the right way to go, but that was all she had to go on. It wasn't even like an internal compass, p
Portal Jockey - The IslandsHooves thudded softly against the leaf litter on the forest floor, and the young woman looked up. Her breathing shuddered and she slowly got to her feet, hooking an arm through one strap of her rucksack. There weren't a lot of things she was sure of. She wasn't sure where she was, beyond 'a forest'. She wasn't sure of the exact path she had taken to get there. Hell, she wasn't even sure what her name was any more. But there was one thing she knew with absolute certainty: whatever she had expected to find here, a unicorn was not on the list.It didn't look like the unicorns she had read about or seen in films. It didn't even look much like th
The Biggest Catch Ever52° 44' 58" N, 39° 9' 16" WRV Bilskirnir"Right, that's the anchor down," I said. "Stefan, are you ready with the Niskin bottles?""Niskin bottles?"I looked over at Stefan. "Yeah we came out here to take water samples, remember? North Atlantic deep water?""I thought we were taking sediment cores!" Stefan pointed over at the framework on the side of the ship. "That's a piston corer, isn't it?""Sediment cores?" Gordon paused on his way past, carrying a large fishing rod.I shook my head. "No, we're definitely taking water samples. It was in the letter we got, how we'd been invited to crew on the Bilskirnir to sample
Panther Hunt"We need to go over your knowledge of the death rites," said Haskyin patiently. Hakkun glanced up from re-tying the dried eel to his belt. "I helped with Rasekk's ceremony," he protested. "I did well then, didn't I?" "You did well enough," said Haskyin, nodding. "But you were lucky you were only assisting me. I could hear you stumbling over the words." Hakkun shuffled his feet. "You know full well by now that the death rites are, after healing, the most important duty a shaman can have. Tell me why." "You know why." Haskyin sighed and lifted her mask to scratch at the orbit of one eye. "Of course I know why," she said, still patient.