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He'd arrived late to the eastern shore of Boar's Head Lake, perhaps he had business elsewhere or had merely lagged behind the group. Magrin didn't explain his absences as most the time it was inconsequential, likely he was just out scouting the perimeter around the camp and hanging far to the...

As the Troll dove towards Brenna Magrin, hearing Kol urge them to kill their attackers the Nord didn't waste any time. He chose one of the Troll's that had risen from beneath the snow following the initial attack and lunged at the creature as a guttural sound tore itself from his throat...

After three hours the Nord's muscles started to tire and his pace slowed however the way Magrin moved indicated he had experience moving through this kind of heavy snow and rough terrain. Even beginning to tire he carried on with a stamina that was considerable as the group crested the ridge...

After the storm abated Magrin stirred, sitting up from where he'd leaned back against the hard stone that made the interior wall of the cave they'd taken refuge in. Reaching with his right hand he'd rub the back of his neck and crane his head to one side, working out a minor kink while looking...

Nothing said seemed to surprise Magrin. Seeing as how they were hunting a creature of legend known as the Mother of Frost Trolls it made sense that a Clan of Frost Trolls dwelt here on the mountain. In fact he would not be surprised to learn that several clans lived here, dispersed across the...

"Lure the beast."...Magrin mused while taking a second, smaller sip from his cup weary of the beverages potency now that it had opened his sinuses once before saying clearly..."Oh you might lure the beast. Wyrm's do have voracious appetites after all."...it was a particularly black joke that...

In Kirinsgaal Magrin Kor was restless. Solveig Odasson was laid up, mending from his injuries after their arrival so there was no need for Magrin to to tend to the man further. Up to this point he had fulfilled his role and ensured that the Smith lived. Still, the Nord visited his apparent...

The Nords face soured briefly at the mention of Frost Trolls, the creatures were difficult to kill at the best of times though not incredibly intelligent. Magrin had had encountered them before though never in large numbers. As the conversation turned to the Frost Wyrm the Nord remained...

As Brenna said they were hunting the usual myths. Truly, Magrin had ideas of what they may have been hunting but he didn't know for sure and there was no guarantee that they would ever discover what they sought. Try as they might the duo, now a trio could search the Mountain while the blizzard...

Magrin wasn't surprised to hear that Kol sought the same thing that they did, there was no other sane reason to venture into a raging blizzard. When Brenna spoke, actually spoke rather than using her signs it caused the Nord to turn his head towards her in mild surprise. He'd heard her speak...

By just looking at the man, Kol he had given Magrin a sense that left him ill at ease but Brenna soon explained that she had met him prior to their journey south with Maude and the others. Still the mention of the Nordwiir made the hairs on the back of his neck stand briefly. Magrin had never...

The Tea was an unexpected addition. As Magrin sat on one of the stones Brenna had pulled closer, his hands outstretched and warming on the small fire he'd built he watched as she prepared their treat by first melting the snow and bringing it to a boil in the small cook pot. When she handed him...

True to form he had fulfilled his promise to visit her again. It seemed as though he he had chosen an opportune time to do so. No sooner had the Nord arrived than was Brenna sweeping him up in another adventure. At first it may have seemed like Magrin was reluctant to agree however Brenna had...

The Nord wasn't quite sure what he'd seen. He'd heard of exorcisms, spirit binding and other such archaic or divine methods of driving out and destroying a tainted spirit but he'd never witness. It could be that is what this was when he watched Solveig Odasson take the head of the Elf in his...

The Nord hammered his arm down atop the Undeads as it gripped him by the throat in a deathyl embrace. Another followed but the creature was unrelenting and Magrin considered, momentarily that he might die like this, down on his knees with the life choked out of him. It was a thought that...