Recent content by Maude

The Queen smirked, a mirth of mischief playing about her face as she tugged the man from the first dwindling hums of sleep. He would have to get accustomed to sleepless nights if he was to share a bed with her for any extended duration of time. Gunnar avoided it entirely by drinking and passing...

The Queen's cackle was easily drowned out by the uproarious commotion of the hall. Jeers and laughter, hooting and catcalling. Someone graciously blessed them with a spray of mead along the way. Maude had since released his beard and wrapped her arms around his gigantic shoulders and legs around...

"That's the rub of it," Maude mused, "I don't have a good excuse." A stabbing certainly wouldn't stop the Queen from attending, and anyone who knew her, knew that. "And just a person I may be, but I'm the only one here with a throne." And that alone set her apart from the rest. They would...

Maude struggled with the expression she wanted to wear. Truly, some times she felt at odds with the man. He had a most aggravating penchant for saying terribly nice things and then following them up with wildcard statements. The Queen usually kept her thoughts and feelings close to her chest...

Her gaze drifted from Hugi to the crows of the Great Hall. The warm and happy faces of her people enjoying a night with family and friends. Their cares were laid to rest when she'd given the killing blow to Borvenir in the Frozen Halls - or so much as they believed. They didn't know the hornets...

The Queen took her seat at the campfire with her back to her tent, at the far side from the others of the main camp and keeping them well in her view. Valthar and Arnor were not too far away, within earshot. While she did not presently fear for her life from this woman, she also was not familiar...

Bless the man. Or perhaps curse her limited grasp of proper conversational steering. Maude sighed to herself at the answer he gave - not at all an answer for the question she'd asked. Hugi was stuck on the blighted fortress, and were there no other pressing matters of foul and folly within her...

Now there was a man who knew how to get on his Queen's good side. Maude claimed one of the two tankards and drank deeply, downing the contents in the amount of time it took Hugi to get seated and have his exchange with Alfy. She suppressed a burp, allowing her thoughts to muddle behind a...

Having returned to the capital with a fair fewer to their group than they'd left with certainly caused a fuss of gossip to spread. Had they died? What happened on their journey? Had one of them tried to kill the Queen only to fail? Rumors Maude hadn't the patience to lay to rest. She let them...

Maude wasn't familiar with Brenna's family aside from her brother, but she had a sneaking suspicion that Brenna was treated with far more fragility than necessary at home. The admission of her always wanting to learn how to ride might not have gone over well in Faarin, but here with the Queen...

A successful hunt meant Maude, Ivar, and Valthar returned with two caribou from the nearby valley. They arrived just before sunset and set to work skinning and butchering the kills. Quick tasks for skilled hunters - meat was cooking over the new campfire by the time the skies had gone dark...

So a tall tale from a human, a story of stupidity and bravery - leaning on the stupidity - from her Smith Representative, and an honest admission of several poor choices from a deaf-mute. Maude's jawline visibly tightened, as did her grip on her bow. The antics of the group had been mostly...

If there was one thing Maude couldn't stand, it was a liar. Be it of any race or caste, her ire would be no greater or lesser. Had Solveig elected to go along with the tale spun by the unknown human, she likely wouldn't have questioned it. But here she was, standing between two men with two...

Maude returned to the campsite with wide eyes and breath steaming before her like a seething dragon. The absolute disastrous results of the boar's jaunt were immediate, but the reason was not. "What is all this, then?" she asked sharply, gesturing around the detritus of equipment and campfire...

Hm. Maude felt a jolt of prideful humor to his words and it manifested in the air as a puff of fog spilling from her lips over a silent snicker. Sometimes it was striking how little outsiders knew of her people, but the Nordenfiir had been insular for generations longer than she really knew. It...