Recent content by Frazil Valrulf

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...

That was by far the easiest time she'd ever had beating an opponent in the traditional hermaður way to solve grievances: hurling insults at each other until everyone feels properly offended and forgets what they were originally angry about. Although it soon became apparent that her adversary...

A deep snarl rose in Sastriga's throat at the dwarves' outburst, something that those immediately around her might feel as well as hear. The muscles around her jaws pulled taut, revealing a set of canine teeth like ivory knives. Instead of steaming the cold night air, flurries of snow followed...

The human calling himself Rovan must have been a skald himself, with how he so animatedly praised his clan and their... accomplishments? Frazil was only listening half-heartedly herself, instead taking the opportunity to more closely scrutinize the runes on the doorway. From this position...

In the spirit of practicality, Frazil had kept her hands tense and readied to draw her axe and shield as she'd entered the camp. She wasn't about to give first blood should these Southlanders refuse her offer of truce. Watching them scramble into defensive positions around her and Sastriga with...

The moon was a cold queen among her starlit court as she rose silently over the ruins, making the snow-blanketed peaks blush with silver brilliance. Like a ravenous wolf, the wind howled and moaned through the jagged peaks, throwing up glittering drifts of snow ahead of it. Another wolf was...