Recent content by Gylfi Runarsson

It would have been like a fly bite, Brenna's punch, had it not caught him entirely unawares. And in the kidney. "Oof!" he winced and immediately held his side, brow twisting in anger and jaw muscles dancing as he grit his teeth. "Fine! Whatever! Don't come asking me for a share of my bread or...

[I don't care! Not helping!] Like his stature, Gylfi's stubbornness was also a mighty thing. The pair weren't given much more time to argue, however, as the outsider went off on his lonesome. Not that it was hard, anyway, to find where to go. The towering Norden snorted and, turning back to...

Gylfi looked over his shoulder at Garrod and snorted, then jabbed Brenna's shoulder with his thumb. [He's grateful. Wants to buy us drinks.] Then he wore a malicious, toothy grin, [Let's wring this milksop dry.] With terrible timing, the dove plopped into the snow at Gylfi's feet, twitched...

One could catch a fleeting glimpse of Gylfi's softened features as Brenna threw herself into him. The towering swordsman petted the back of the Cadet's head as he wasn't yet a man that could return her hugs in earnest. As she climbed down from him, the gentleness that had temporarily taken over...

As the girl maintained her stance as a temporary peacekeeper and as the crowd dispersed, Gylfi approached from behind and plopped a large hand down on her head, palming it easily, and gave her crown a tight squeeze with his fingers as he jostled her back and forth. The girl turned on Gylfi...

After finding plenty of people in need of help and helping them (begrudgingly), Gylfi was miffed to have not found Brenna among them. He was coming to learn of his talent in wasting time. Then, he wandered upon the beginning of a brawl, watching it with mild interest. These kinds of things...

Having woken up late, the young Indeholm native listlessly wandered about the festival's outskirts, deftly avoiding the crowd that gathered in the settlement. Even by his people's standard, the warrior stood tall and he scanned the crowd for his traveling companion as he walked. Though quiet...

As the Queen left, Gylfi faced his ward before casting an absent gaze over the lake. His expression told little of what he felt regarding what Maude had said. Looks like you won't be rid of me so soon. Gylfi thought about Brenna's confession. The people that surrounded him since leaving home...

Gylfi looked down at his ward with a solemn expression. A million thoughts swam in his head, but the young man struggled to voice them. ...Solveig is a fool, no? He wryly smiled. He turned to face Maude as he heard her approach. Gylfi watched the two speak, and nodded when he was addressed...

Brenna How many times before had the Queen's verdant gaze regarded Gylfi with annoyance and fury? Enough for the warmth (if one could even venture to call it that) in her gaze to be mildly unsettling to the tallest of the bunch. Gylfi felt an odd sense of pride in being included with those who...

Tyrfingr's comments would have earned the nordenfiir's undivided (and particularly unpleasant) attention were it not for the disturbance at the camp. As he walked closer to the chaos, he was stunned. Gylfi knew better than to step towards the enraged beast, nor would he interfere with Solveig's...

The river was disturbed, and Gylfi's image was broken as Brenna dipped her hand into the water. He watched her sip. She could not hear. She could hardly speak well, but she had other ways to express herself. The nuances of her facial expressions and body language spoke volumes, and Gylfi saw it...

Tyrfingr "The Molvaniir are not to be underestimated," he flatly stated. What they have to offer is valuable but not so easy to take. Gylfi gave Tyrfingr a subtle once-over. It wasn't unheard of for even the best hunters to grow complacent and blunder while on the hunt for the great boar. It...

Tyrfingr "No," Gylfi curtly responded. His gaze set upon the open rock and left the stranger's invitation unanswered. "What brings you so close to Indeholm, stranger?" He looked back at the man, suspicion lingering behind his stoic demeanor. Hard as he glared down at the man, he couldn't sense...

Tyrfingr Go on, Gylfi comfortably signed to Brenna. Having spent the most time with Brenna compared to the others, he had almost energetically dedicated himself to practicing the signs with her. "Talking" to her, after all, was fun. With a step lighter than any other in the group could hope to...