Northern Giants

The giants from the North, had spilled over into the hills and caverns far from their homelands, into the paradise that was greater Egypt and Assyria.

The airs were temperate all year round there - a desirable climate, with a wash of fragrant winds, green landscapes, tropical trees and Mediterranean fruits - this was no desert, but rather a plump vital landmass whose energetic fields were swollen with prosperity.

God had graced these plains with a prosperous overflow - the trade routes leaked assay of the abundant treasures to be had there - as traders found their ways in, and wound their ways out, with cartage of dried fruits, teas and cordials, precious cheese and wine and sweets; jewels and linens; musks, oils and balms - and the surrounding world looked jealously on.

The marauders placed their hope in theft, being not natural born, and unsympathetic to common ownership.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances