Recent content by Reynir Lykkisson

When the mercenary awoke with a groan and complaint, Reynir couldn't help the small grin that came to his face, relief washing over him. He was alive. Now he needed to stay alive. "Your return to those living is welcomed, warrior." Reynir announced, volume measured. Reynir turns to the Witch...

It was Luck that would be held in high esteem that day. It was luck, and chance, that Reynir had caught a glimpse of black cloak, Human-sized, through a gap in the falling snow. That the Fjallsormr was able to turn and send a small pebble skittering down the gulley on the ice and snow to click...

A frigid wind whips roughly across the upper ridge of the gulley near Crobhear Lake, sending cascades of snow from the drifts above. A wretched time of year to need outside assistance. There was no doubt the wide open mountainside would be worse at this altitude. It was rare, perhaps once every...