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The man was confused and she could tell that he was confused, from everything in his expression. Emeria's own filled with amusement at the man, tinged with irritation. If he was this confused about something so basic, something in his heritage, could he be trusted to help with the more important...

The Witch gestured her to enter a tavern and she did so willingly, stamping her boots at the threshold before she trekked mud into the place. Not that it made much of a difference - although the dirt from Withereach was more than what was found in here, it was clear she was one of the few who...

The man turned away and she cursed him, because she couldn't see his face any more. There was not a chance of her recognising this man again, not like this. Or judging what he was thinking. Which meant that her attempt could run through like ink through parchment but she wouldn't eve be able to...

The man started shouting and her eyes flickered with annoyance. Was he alright? She wondered if maybe he had lost his hearing recently, so wasn't able to hear himself. She shifted, sighing a little, and kept her eyes on him. Perhaps if she gave him a little time, he'd realise. She wasn't in the...

There had been a ship set up to take her to the Summer Lands, currently being stocked up with goods that the captain was planning to sell when he arrived. It was slow to be stocked, however, giving Emeria the annoying task of amusing herself for another few hours before she got to leave. As well...

Emeria's attempt at connecting to Sigrith through her sister didn't work. It didn't work, and it didn't work and she was beginning to wonder what would work. The Nord, the Witch, the woman who claimed that she had nothing to do with the royal court or Withereach or any of this, was being...

Something made the troll buckle and she seized her chance to get closer, bringing her jaws nearer to its neck and snapping hard. With the way it fell, she didn't manage to collide with anything of interest, but it was good to see it fall and to hear its pain anyway. It only spurred Emeria on in...

The coin barely seemed to grab her attention and Emeria noted not to try that again. If she wasn't interested the first time, she doubted that she'd have much luck continuing with the same approach - that money was better spent elsewhere. Emeria flickered through her other methods of coaxing...

Emeria had quickly learn that she was getting nowhere like this. Gemaudelene was still nowhere to be found and had left a traceless trail behind her. Other than a few rumours of a Nordenfiir, which wasn't even necessarily the one she was looking for, the woman had come up with nothing and had...

Somewhere beside her, the Norden was thrown to the ground, slamming hard, but she didn't have a moment to check whether he was alright. Her warrior nature had kicked in and it was fight or die, strike first or be struck. The bear gave another roar, her teeth glimpsing through a bared muzzle and...

As the two approached one another, the witch's appearance became more clear. Her face was blackened and sickly, although the lack of health could have also come for her shorter and not as impressive stature too. Behind her walked a wolf, an odd sight, whose coat was covered in oxblood in strange...

Head south and she'd find something. Find something other than mountains and forests and tiny settlements that had no idea what she was talking about if she asked for a Nordenfiir. Travelling was not going well, not on foot and on horseback wasn't going to be an option. Emeria was getting tired...

She must have come through here. Emeria leaned against her spear, staring across the waters and wondering where she could have gone to. The world, she knew, was vast, but what was vast in the eyes of someone who had never left Nordengaard? The journey from her home to Withereach had been long...

Emeria Biographical information Birthplace Born Died Age 25 Home Physical description Race Nordenfiir ...