Recent content by Frazil Valrulf

This time Frazil heard the voice as clear as day. She found the words vaguely familiar, yet exotic enough to elude her understanding. They sent a nameless dread creeping through her guts to settle into a small knot in her stomach. Some instinct called her to draw her weapons and pursue this...

Neither the whispers nor the cracking of ice caught Frazil's notice, but she ceased her playing when Rovan motioned for it. A large part of her wanted to play all the louder for his interruption, but the curious expression on his face suggested there was a good enough reason for it. She...

Frazil remained silent for a few moments, still staring uselessly into the well, while she considered how best to explain. An idea came to her and she tossed Sastriga the last of the jerky in her hand before digging in the saddlebags again. This time she pulled out a thick leather-bound box...

The collective teeth chattering of the group might have wakened the dead, had there been any. A few of the dwarves tried to remedy this with good old-fashioned dwarvish first aid, otherwise known as Firegut Whiskey. These miners in particular carried small skins with them as the go-to treatment...

The chill grasped with claws felt down to the marrow of their bones, cold that misted their breaths almost before they could exhale. Even the ísflögur shivered in the primal winter that hung heavily in this hallway. If ever Frazil wanted to be reminded of home, this would have been a close...

Frazil turned to look at the book Rovan was so excited about. It was about ten yards from her position, but between her and it lay a hazardous field of glacial water, ice and slush; all of which looked about the same in the haphazard torchlight borne by panicked dwarves. At least it seemed that...

The ancient creature dove back into the depths, apparently losing interest in them. Some of the dwarves breathed a sigh of relief at its departure, while others held theirs in anticipation of the worst as they crossed the slick surface of this frozen grotto. The quickest of the survivors had...

Sastriga gracefully leaped over the dwarves and through the doorway Rimer and Rovan had opened. Frazil flung herself rather less gracefully through the door among a stampede of panicked bodies trying to escape the yawning pit. Looking back, she saw no one behind her, but she considered the lack...

Frazil swung her torch around to illuminate the alcoves as she made her way down the hall. Empty eyesockets leered at them from fleshless skulls within some of the niches. Usually she held very little superstition regarding the dead, but considering the monsters that had come skulking out of...

She carried them across the sea-ice, to the lands across the waves / The ship's mast adorned her shoulders like a wedding veil Frazil fell into a trance as her axe wove its way through the shadows in blue-white arcs, the hermaður chanting to the rhythm of some invisible drum beat. Her voice...

Frazil caught the dagger between her fingers just as two masses of eyes and claws lunged for them. She raised her hands reflexively, drawing the small knife along umbral flesh in the process. She felt the claws graze her, though the sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt. It was not a...

What Frazil had at first thought was a singular enemy split into a whole enemy force before her eyes, swarming out of the tomb. Ascertaining their true number proved impossible in the ambient darkness, but it was clear that the disorganized camp was about to be overrun. She squeezed one foot...

Frazil was ready to heed Rovan's words, though in the opposite direction to what he was intending. Her warrior's instinct kicked in and she was all but bounding off the hill on Sastriga's back before most of the miners could react beyond gaping. The winter wolf's paws beat the snow in great...

Nursing her swollen cheek with a handful of snow, Frazil watched Tafna scribble in her book with a befuddled interest. She'd seen a few people carrying such things around since she'd landed on the mainland, but she still hadn't figured out the reason for them. "Is ísflöguryn, without doubt. I...

Frazil didn't need to understand dwarvish to know what Rimer and his kin were thinking; their looks were warning enough. Her returning expression suggested that she was unimpressed with their lot. That was the last time, she decided, she would give any of these creatures the chance to get back...