Vatnir: Our elders told stories about this place, the Vytmádh—the White Maw—and about the endless void beyond.
Vatnir: A few years ago, a man named Glasvahl led his clan to the Frost-Hewn Breach in Eir Glanfath, seeking a path from this world to the realm of Rymrgand.
Vatnir: They returned with a story of a portal to the White Void, and the cold that flowed from it. A tale that reminded many of the Vytmádh.
Vatnir: They never returned.
Vatnir: The tale passed from mouth to ear to mouth again, and people began to think - if Glasvahl could escape, why can't we?
Vatnir: I suppose I saw in that an opportunity. A chance to leave the Land behind. So I claimed I'd had a vision. That the Beast was calling me.
Vatnir: The lie was more successful than I could have imagined. And I can imagine quite a lot.
