Recent content by Gihada Kierkegarde

The sea sprayed beyond plank and coiled rope, to brush cold and damp against Tisikleos Miles’ cheek. Hands tight behind her back, the pirate stood as tall as her petite frame allowed, and refused, utterly refused indeed, to be swayed by the ocean’s salted tears. Let the spray weep on her all it...

"His head, Caelistis... He was stumbling around like a drunken man. Please, if you are able, can you watch over him?" Soldiers, they thought down on her because she was Noble born? Whatever Gihada did to offend the vile creature known as Blackwall, she promised herself the chance to release...

Rothgar was laid down on his side, head propped on pillows to align it better with this spine. His eyelids grew increasingly heavy, throat parched regardless of what he consumed. Pulling the thin coverlet over his shoulders, Gihada whispered in his ear, her eyes following Kaelen Silverblood as...

Rothgar continued to stumble and blink wildly. He’d taken stomps to the head, his staggering akin to other such soldiers, whose heads received trauma in battle. For one moment, there were three Kaelen’s, then one, then nothing but a silver and blue blur. He did nothing but bark at his own...

Rothgar answered Kaelen Silverblood by wrapping the chain around his fists and standing in defensive posture. “Not a step closer.” His voice boomed, face tempered only by the concussed state of Gihada’s protector. Rothgar staggered, his eyes clouded. He shook his head violently, holding up his...

The silver haired man stood between her and the soldiers, and Gihada used the distance to crawl on her elbows and knees to the sideboard, where a series of butcher knives sat in their wood docket. Gihada grabbed the first knife she could in both hands, clattering to her knees. “I will never ask...

“Rrrgh!” Gihada snapped, eyes wild and limbs restrained with iron shackles. When she punched, they shackled her. When she bit, they cinched a leather belt in her mouth. When she kicked, they shackled her legs between a one foot chain. Gihada was a wild beast frothing at the mouth to free herself...

“See? Caeli demands it, so shall it be. We have t-“ “The Pirmettons are dangerous. Sore over your father’s death and none the friendlier.” Rothgar stood and walked the deck around the horses, seeping in the sea air. The sails rustled in the nighttime air, his natural sight compensating for the...

“You did our laundering?” Gihada laughed and hugged into her fur cloak. It smelled of nothing but fur, and the sea. The faintest odour of leather and sage. “Good boy.” “Cant let the sailors to see you bleeding, fancy pup.” Rothgar tugged Gihada’s fur cloak over her shoulders, groaning at the...

“She is kind, that does not make her noble. Your grandmother has reas-“ Rothgar grunted quiet when Caelistis no Elani returned with a heavenly smelling food. “Caeli!” Gihada sat up, arms akimbo on her knees. “My wounds feel healed. Rothgar and I were speaking of you. I refuse to allow you to...

“Keep that crystal safe. Only have one of them. Get the feeling we’ll need it many times before the end of this road.” Rothgar pulled the fur over Gihada’s shoulder, a tender move the warrior never displayed in Kierkeborg. A hard man from birth, Rothgar was unyielding and perilous. He gave no...

Holy and fulfilling, the light of the healing crystal focussed on the two women. A sweet fragrance blessed the air, as if that which was lost was progressing back to the origin point of its’ quest. Back to the moment of wrong, from whence true healing could take place. A similitude of spirit...

The ruthless tracker and warrior of House Kierkegarde watched the deck of the ship, as preparations were drifting from completion to implementation. 200 gold pieces, for a half-elf, who healed and made fine bread. In the price was Rothgar’s answer. There was more not one person knew but...

Rain began to batter the ship. The characteristic storms of the isles making themselves present and known. Rothgar stopped as a commotion behind them caught his attention. Members of the crew pausing in their work to stare. He grabbed the saddle bags off the horses, slung them over his...

“Four square meals. And the men like their rum. Keep them from too much of it, so it lasts the journey. You can be cook’s mate.” The captain hid the coin in his pouch, nodded Caelistis off to head to the wheel. Gihada undid the latch on one of the saddles and hissed. Her side burned, but she...