2002-03-25 - 8:24 p.m.

SOMEONE FORGOT TO TELL THE FROST GIANTS THAT IT IS SPRING!

Unto the Lords and Ladies of the Realm come greetings from the well travelled and seasoned Lady Ursula:

As I was travelling from the Shire of Sylvan Glen back to King's Crossing on the 21st of March, I was attacked! Now granted I am a merchant and one tends to expect these things, but by Frost Giants?? My humble steed, Mjoelnir (okay, okay, she's an old grey mare)and I were brutally attacked and left for dead, not once but three times!

Our journey had begun on a beautiful day with the temperature well above 60 degrees. Our shopping spree (raiding party) to Highland Forde had been a grand success. Mjoelnir was laiden with the treasures of our spree. The sky had been entirely clear. After reaching the valley towne of Flintstone, MD, there were signs of approaching frost giants. We hurried quietly and swiftly through the enemy territory.

We supped at the Scottish Inn in La Vale and hurried on. We dared not tarry. By the time we reached Mile marker 11, the onslaught was bloody. One by one, the larger warsteeds on the King's Highway succumbed to the wrath of the horrible frost giants. The highway was all but a suggestion in the snow. The snow was horizontal, the clearing crews were overwhelmed. My noble steed's life force was extinguished before we had reached the mountain summit. Down we went, backwards toward the valley. After prayers to Odin, Mjoelnir came alive again. Thor himself threw us up that mountain and past the peak. Onward we went, each time we slowed, the lifeforce threatened to leave Mjoelnir. Speed was our only recourse. Once again, the warhorses were piled up like cord wood at the West Virginia border. The frost giants caused many to surrender. Onward we sped, ending up dead on the sidelines with no hope in sight. Again, Odin gave us strength and sent us onward to what purpose I could not imagine. This happened yet again in the wilderness with no one to help in sight. Onward we sped, finally arriving safely at King's Crossing with our lives. The ice on Mjoelnir was so thick, that she appeared to be frozen to the very ground on which she stood. And thus concludes my saga. Remember, it takes a Viking to Raize a Village.

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