Recent content by Rodin Graveworn

Freezing wind biting into the crevices of his armour, fingers of icy residue on his beard, Rodin marched fourth. Following his companions his focus solely on the incantation spell to keep them hidden from the frost giants for as long as he could muster. In this weather back home wolves would...

Redbad that was his name. Rodin thought to himself as Agatha introduced her cohort. The tied back hair and facial features were like that of a friend he had known back in Sheketh. “Armihr?” He whispered under his breath. Dutifully looking around to make sure no one had heard him, he turned his...

"Vandor, Rodin, if you have method of thwarting this potential barrage of rock should we be spotted by these Frost Giants, or indeed, aiding our concealment in our raid, I bid you welcome to speak of it now. I would know of every advantage that we might bring about to keep our course true before...

Rodin turned and stood for a moment, a short bow to the newcomers in respect and silently stood with his back towards the fireplace. He had not heard their approach, damn it. His skills had been left wanting these past few days with this cursed weather, it played on the senses. Usually he would...

Rodin witnessed the glorious expanse of snow and ice broken only to rocky facades across the perilous landscape. Never before had he witnessed such a backdrop, certainly this was worlds apart from the Isles of Sheketh. Where volcanic cauldrons spewed molten rock and hot springs babbled gently...

Ostrum had changed his voice into a more sombre tone. The inflection would have disguised it to most, but the importance of this mission was evidently a grave matter. Rodin knew it well, the look of impending toil and suffering. This was a perilous task make no doubt about it. Rodin nodded...

Two interesting characters. Rodin mused. He had been wary of the two who ventured fourth, but as Rodin carefully watched the interaction between the third party and Ostrum, it became apparent that begrudgingly they were there to deliver news and coin to the man. Seeing it for the exchange it...

Rarely the questing sort? Rodin mused to himself. The notion of such a thing proved just how sheltered an existence he had under the Brotherhood. It was drilled into him that a service to others provided by means of questing was paramount to the succession of a knight through the ranks of the...

“You’re new to this side of the world i do take it then. Welcome. May I offer introduction. I am one Sir Ostrum Brandish, Knight of the Order of Enshrined Blades. And I find myself in your debt. Allow me a little pause, but I shall lend you what wisdom I can muster. This land is much too many...

“Might you possess the healing arts, good sir?” This stranger turned to Rodin. He surveyed the mottled mess of flesh and armour that was his left arm, this poor man’s frost cast had almost taken his arm off. He thought. Finishing his ale swiftly he nodded and raised a cautious eye to the patrons...

Rain soaked into Rodin’s bear skin cloak across his broad shoulders. The wind gently swept his dark locks of hair across his back as the gentle rocking of the Artimus, a small merchant vessel made it’s way tentatively over the next swell with a sigh of old oak and groan of well worn decking. Her...