Recent content by Irman Harefoot

The sound of Sigrun’s restored confidence did much to replenish Irman’s own. Which was good, since confidence was pretty much the only thing that was keeping Irman from falling over in an exaggerated fashion. Following the trail left by the mutated Hellboar’s was an easy task. Splintered...

Seeing this “mongrel” gleefully demand a challenge as angry drunks descended upon him un-dissuaded made Irman question just how drunk he actually was. “Sure I accept, and if you want to fight your way over to me than be my guest, Dog Boy! Wait…you aren’t just ragging on me for my clothes too...

Irman chuckled at how innocent Sigrun’s response sounded. Then he couldn’t help but laugh at it all. Two monster hunters sharing something that could almost be called a tender moment, while they sat covered in gore and watching an indescribable horror burn under a fallen tree. It wasn’t funny...

The bar was quiet for a moment as the wooden mug clattered on the dirt floor. Half the patrons watched as the dazed struggled to avoid falling over, while the other half eyed the young vagrant who had just struck Tybar, 4th in command of the infamous Zodyr Mountain Bandits, in the head. Mr...

The town of Quarry Hill was named as such for the gargantuan pile of stones that the town was first settled around. The stones had been dug up long ago by the deep reaching mines of ancient dwarven kingdoms, piled high as the dwarves carved through The Spine. Countless years later, as human...

By the time Irman heard the old tree begin to creek, he was well at the end of his rope. Past a certain point he wasn’t sure how he was still moving. Striking and dodging, keeping the boar’s attention on him and its position in the path of where the tree was going to fall. It felt wrong to...

The bladed edge of Irman’s billhook came down on the center boar’s head. Its face crumpled like a linen bag as the skull caved with disturbing ease. This did not fell the mutated Hellboar however, instead it began to struggle against the imbedded weapon. Irman yanked back his billhook and...

A trio of hellboars stumbled from forth from the tree line. None were as big as the one Irman and the dwarf had felled, but they were still hulking enough to shatter the trees around them as they mindlessly wandered forward. Irman readied himself, recalling how the fallen Hellboar had held its...

“Fine, fine” Irman huffed in a defeated tone. If he knew this “Yaegir” group had a generous policy on splitting rewards in the name of “fairness”, then he wouldn’t have gone so hard for a killing blow to better his bargaining strength. At least his initial probing had given him some insight as...

Irman glanced at the painted dwarf, trying to not be as painfully obvious that he was sizing her up as she was doing with him. The light blue markings that adorned her were clearly tattoos and not simple war paint. A symbol of some cultural or personal significance to which Irman was utterly...

“Yaegir?” Irman thought. The term sounded familiar, till he recalled an old man who had attacked him one time in the sewers of some sea side city. A case of mistaken identity as the two were hunting monster for the city in the dingy depths. The old man had given Irman a small insignia to hang...

A faint scent of smoke had led Irman east to a damp and wooded corner of the Valley. A shaky lead to follow but one that seemed to be paying off as he found a suspicious amount of ash clinging to leaves and resting amongst the underbrush. the woods were eerily tranquil as Irman cautiously...

Irman sat peacefully atop the crumbling wall of a long lost dwarven structure, the name for which he did not know. He was smoking his pipe, and trying to keep his mind off of travel. It had been seven days since he had arrived in herdschlant, a small human village which had claimed a fertile...