Recent content by Irman Harefoot

Even being held at a distance, the portal key began to react. The runes let off a slight glow and the stone was feeling warmer in Irman’s hand. He shrugged and placed the key against the portal stone, trying to visualize the portal stone just outside of Dornoch on the Western end of the Taagi...

Magic surged across the garden, invisible to all but the magically inclined but leaving a cold scent of ozone in the air. Over two dozen Human sized winged monstrosities then sprung up seemingly from everywhere, screeching and thrashing as their minds turned on and filled with purpose to seek...

(OOC: this is a sequel to the thread “Sudden Arrivals, Strange Portants”. Feel free to read that thread for the full context but here is a TLDR if you do not wish to. Irman completed his journey with Sigrun Flintfeet and Ispir Sione to deliver an ancient cursed mummy to the Noct Yaegir...

As Ispir surely answered Sigrun’s question, the conversation split into myriad pieces all throughout the hall. Gabriel was taken from one such splinter by Vel’duith and her formal request to join the Noct Yaegir. “The Noct Yaegir is always in need of great minds just as it is in need of strong...

Irman had stepped away from the crowd to escape the relentless gossiping that was coming forth once the Lord commander had suddenly appeared. He definitely had some interest about what the good lady was discussing with that darkly dressed man, but then he’d be just a blather mouth away from...

“Uhhhh” For a moment, Irman’s eyes had gone so wide that even the whites were visible. The dissonance between how he felt and how Ispir was acting was so wide that the the Allirian straight could have probably fit in between, length wise! The sudden shock though sent Irman out of his stupor...

Irman breathed deeply and stepped into a wooden bathtub. He had only woken recently, but desperately needed to wash. The warm water was a welcome change from the death march he had done just the night before. Looking back, Irman suspected he had ran forty to fifty miles to reach Crobhear. An...

“Is, is it over?” Hojen asked, looking in from the hall. A number of custodians carefully stepped in after Sigrun and Gabriel, unsure of how to proceed. “Sigrun. I take it this isn’t something young Ispir has done before?” Gabriel put his hand to the unconscious bard’s head. Ispir’s fever...

As the winged cat caused a ruckus above the keep, a custodian ran out to Gabriel. It was one of the custodians who had carried Ispir into the keep. “Lord Warden, Lord Warden! Ser Hojen calls for you urgently from the workshop! H-His call was short but something strange is happening to the...

In the barracks, Irman was laid to an unused bed. The custodians wondered what exactly he was and where exactly he hailed from. Some of the custodians were rather well traveled, and had met quite a few beastmen. But, none could recall encountering any that could match Irman in both figure and...

“It’s being handled, yeah?” Irman asked Sigrun in a steady voice. He set down the burlap sack filled with the shattered pieces of the glass filled mummy. Sigrun doubtlessly gave a signal of confirmation. “That’s goood, very.. good…” the colorfully dressed mercenary collapsed to the ground as...

Belated welcome back!

(OOC: this is a sequel to the thread “On the Path to Crobhear”. Feel free to read that one for full context, but to put it in short: two yaegirs and a bard were traveling The Spine to deliver an evil artifact. The bard was injured in a kobold ambush and now the group has had to race the last...

While Sigrun dressed the wound, Irman examined the extracted arrow. It was crude, likely made entirely by the kobold who had loosed it. The arrow head was brittle stone, a definite danger as shards of it could have merely broken off and still be imbedded in Ispir’s leg. Irman had seen the...

“You believe correctly Ser. Had it for many years after I realized most towns don’t take too kindly to you hauling a polearm up and down.” By highlands, Irman assumed the man meant the region next to both Val anir and the Falwood. Those two places were ones Irman always made sure to steer...