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  1. Arnor Skuldsson

    Fate - First Reply Perdition

    Theme Arnor crept along the edge of the town, before rapidly pulling down his companion, gesturing for him to be silent. He pointed upwards, where the orange hue of a torch inside of the buildings made it's way down the stairs, and onto the street- followed by several more inside the town...
  2. Arnor Skuldsson

    Open Chronicles Blood and Wind

    The Nordenfiir had their own set of ghouls, vampires, demons. Ghosts. Spirits. Specters. Some corporeal. Some not. But across all of Arnor's travels, he found one universal truth in the origin of all things that returned from the land beyond: Pain. And Suffering. There were no ghosts born of...
  3. Arnor Skuldsson

    Fate - First Reply Perdition

    "Undead, never dead, ultimately, I'm unsure." He paced around for a moment, while the chanting in the town continued. Arnor took a deep breath, motioning for the younger man to follow him. Creeping through the woods, silent as the night around it, a terrible but familiar stench came from the...
  4. Arnor Skuldsson

    Fate - First Reply Perdition

    Arnor's eyes wandered to where Ruckus' drifted to. "The blade is not meant for you." He said, gesturing to the town with a nudge of his head. Arnor relaxed and relented, noting how... nervous the younger man was. He didn't want to intimidate him, he just seemed to be in the wrong place at the...
  5. Arnor Skuldsson

    Open Chronicles Blood and Wind

    (OOC: I dig it. We're gonna make it happen!") "If it is corporeal, we can kill it. If at all, it is the beast that I think it is." Arnor turned his head towards Edderick's suggestion- he had passed the tavern on his way over, though he didn't quite linger over to it to investigate. Arnor...
  6. Arnor Skuldsson

    Fate - First Reply Perdition

    Arnor, Son of Skuld, was a lot of things. But inattentive wasn't one of them. Especially now. He turned his head, hearing... footsteps. But not careful, measured footsteps. No, not even the smell of sulfur, the burnt flesh, the rotting living corpse of Naleze. No, this was... someone? The...
  7. Arnor Skuldsson

    Fate - First Reply Perdition

    The Spine Faragen Outskirts Theme He knew it in his heart of hearts, the depths of his soul, that the beast had not been killed, despite the efforts he made. He felt it in his soul, the red eyes of the beast following him wherever he went, mocking him. Growing in power- the immortal being not...
  8. Arnor Skuldsson

    Open Chronicles Blood and Wind

    Kinsmen? Arnor turned his head at the man- smelling the distinct smell of death about him. He half-reached for the particular axe on his belt, before stopping. He seemed harmless- though the word Kinsmen did not ring the same for Arnor as it did for the butcher before him. Arnor did not see...
  9. Arnor Skuldsson

    Titanfall With Hardship to Landfall

    Cats. There were cats. With weapons. They seemed friendly enough, or at least, intent on perhaps making him into a meal. If they attempted anything... crazy, he wondered if they would be able to handle a massive bear wreaking havoc. He liked his odds. He was brought before what appeared...
  10. Arnor Skuldsson

    Titanfall With Hardship to Landfall

    Theme He didn't remember much, past being thrown from the ship. He had always a bad time with ships and the sea- but as a man of his profession, he was simply en route to another job, another duty. And then the storm came. He remembered bits and pieces, thrashing around, water, flashes of...
  11. Arnor Skuldsson

    Quest Simplified Construction

    THE SPINE KNIGHT'S REST "It... appeared." The men in the tavern all nodded in unison. "Started out with trees poppin' up.." "Then it was them damn roads in the woods!" "Now we got old farms, houses, taverns, where they shouldn't be!" Arnor could hardly believe himself, them. But the Bounty...
  12. Arnor Skuldsson

    Open Chronicles Blood and Wind

    A throaty chuckle came from Arnor as he shook off the wetness, shaking his head. "A Demon, of course- my money is on a Griefeater, unfortunately. Or something new, and worse. And ugly." He shook his head in solemn silence for a moment, touching his chest. "I tracked it here- a great many...
  13. Arnor Skuldsson

    Open Chronicles Blood and Wind

    Demons. He'd encountered them several times. Yet, in the material plane, not in the metaphysical one. Or at least, by what the villagers and his investigation had determined... it seemed to feed off of fear, panic, and lured people in both dreams and in the physical world. Which brought him...
  14. Arnor Skuldsson

    Fable - Ask Westward - A Tundra Tale P. 2

    A familiar lock of red hair had once again asked for his services. It'd been some time that he had been home, reacquainting himself with his people- his customs, and in a way, himself. But Arnor had yet been pressed to venture home, to the desolate memories and sins of his own making. It was...
  15. Arnor Skuldsson

    Open Chronicles A task fit for an insufferable bastard

    So this is where he was, currently. He had a horse outside- Rhi, the infamous beer-drinking meandering horse, and could just ride away. A horse that could take the weight and the smell of a Nordenfiir like himself, Rhi was among the biggest and most fearless (and alcoholic) horses in the land...