Recent content by Ruvsá

"I feel sorry for them," Ruvsá admitted, "but many of them would just as soon kill my kind as ally with them. I see no reason to try and persuade them against their wishes. They know how to make their own way home." She turned away from them, looking in the direction where Kol's companions had...

"They have more reason to listen to you than me," Ruvsá said with a frown as she walked next to Kol. "I can't even offer them refuge with the Nordenfiir. I don't have that authority." Maude may have been working to make the kingdom more open, but true cohabitation with humans and any other...

"That hold was awful," Ruvsá commented, wrinkling her nose. She could still recall the stench of it in her nostrils, even though it had been days now since their capture. She nodded at the rest of what he said. Of course they'd be going back and grabbing their things. The Nordwiir wouldn't have...

Ruvsá laughed weakly, already feeling her stomach start to flip at the gentle swaying of the boat under her feet. They weren't even moving! "I honestly don't know if it's all Norden, or just me," she said with a gulp, hoping her face wasn't already turning green. "Queen Maude has some ships...

Ruvsá returned Estrid's smile. While some of Kol's methods were certainly questionable, he'd told her enough that she knew he'd done the best with what was available to him. And while he might be a long way yet from his goal to lead the Nordwiir out of the Dark Isles, he'd managed to garner a...

"I'm a Nordenfiir," she reminded him with a grin. "The wilderness is my palace. But I'll make sure there's at least a cozy cabin for you to use." When Kol explained about the tides, she just nodded. Seafaring, obviously, was not something she'd learned much about. The Nordenfiir had a small...

Ruvsá tipped her head back and laughed. Of course it would be both kinds of bridges, but she nodded at his advice. "I will keep my bearings," she told him, then held back a shiver. "Or try to. At least the dungeon is gone now. I won't be getting lost in there again." She reached over and...

"Bridges between islands?" Ruvsá teased, already beginning to feel the drudge of battle falling off her, "or bridges between people?" She chuckled again, but grew thoughtful when Kol mentioned her conquest. There was... something about that island. And it wasn't so far from Indeholm that even...

Home. The word made her think of Hjerim more than Indeholm, and she wasn't fully certain that Indeholm would ever be home, even if... if she took what Queen Maude had offered her. Either way, she would be grateful to go back to the tundra. It was so hot here. "What will you do after this?" she...

"A life lost gloriously is still a life lost," Ruvsá answered quietly as she wiped the blood of blight orcs off her blades with a soft cloth she'd tucked away in a pocket. She wished she could hear the sound of the waves on the shore over the clashing and clanging of weapons and the sounds of...

"Let's go, then," Ruvsá said quietly, turning away from the battle field. "If we are not going to fight, there is no need to stay and watch." This had never been her fight, but it still left a foul taste in her mouth the way it had gone, to lead the northmen here, them believing they had a...

Ruvsá frowned for a moment as his hand settled on her shoulder, then sucked in a breath as Kol gave the command. Part of her wanted to scream out a warning. They were good men. Good soldiers, up against forces on three sides that they hadn't anticipated. And Ruvsá hoped, at the least, that it...

Sound returned, and Ruvsá gave a sigh of relief. The trebuchets now under control, and the flaming boulder flying through the sky, Ruvsá stepped toward Kol as she saw him approach. She nodded. "I remember," she said quietly. "Who?"

Silence was good. It meant that there were no alarms raised as Ruvsá and the others snuck through the guards and sliced throats. Nothing was heard as they took the trebuchets, sabotaged the ones nearest the troop, and worked to redirect the remaining few toward the newly arriving troops. But...

"You, more eloquent?" Ruvsá couldn't help but chuckle, but she agreed with his assessment, and sighed. "What a waste indeed." As Kol's knife materialized in his hand, Ruvsá drew her own, and stepped over to the group she would lead. "We pit Menalus' sons against each other," she told them...