Recent content by Sigrun Flintfeet

Sigrun met the old dwarf's weathered eyes. "We have . . . many questions, aye." She slipped a brief glance at her companions, as if to assuage their assent, before going on. "It appears you did change your -- hide, into something else. Into a peryton. But we've come on Gabriel's command, asking...

"A fine mess, you mean," Sigrun muttered, shaking her head. "I'm lost for words." But someone in their party wasn't. Vel'duith spun a long, fine, intricate web with her words; enough to leave the guard captain arrested in momentary confusion. It had likely been centuries since he had last heard...

Sigrun had a third axe in hand by now. Promptly, on the arrival of Rubyaxe and his entourage, it dropped to the floor with a dull thud. She peered with Vel'duith at the unconscious form of Baldarion. Equally flabberghasted. At a loss for words. Finally, her empty hands slowly rose, as if by...

Axe soon followed bolt. A whoosh cleaved the air -- bypassing Karskgorak by inches -- before steel bit wing. The peryton shrieked and Sigrun dashed to the side of the orc Yaegir, throwing her whole weight behind her second axe. A left-armed throw, but no less deadly. This time the creature had...

Vel'duith's hand landed on her shoulder like a light sparrow. Talons giving a faint squeeze. Sigrun cocked her brow at the touch and glanced up at Vel'duith over her shoulder. "We might. Let's first see if he isn't home, though." She kept giving her the side-eye, having noted her pensive...

The cart trundled into town, while the gates groaned closed behind them. Honey Pepper snorted and gave the cart a sudden yank forward, dragging it more spiritedly through crunching gravel. Perhaps sensing a stable and a trough nearby. Quarry Hill presented a somewhat akin interior to the ruins...

Sigrun sighed. She could already predict what the guard was going to say: "That right? A mummy you say? Hmph. Well I'll have to inspect that." The dwarven sentry gave a command and the gates opened, while he sauntered down to do his inspection. Vel'duith Voiryn Karskgorak Fiend-Crusher

Roots held memory. She couldn't remember which traveller on the road had told her as much, but she did recall this small pearl of wisdom. The roots of her ancestors had claimed this land, but they stuck deep indeed, as evidenced by her companions and their tales of the past. If she had been...

"Big Valley." The words dropped flatly from Sigrun. She wasn't even joking. Dwarves could wax lyrical all year round when it came to gold mines, diamonds, fine metallurgy and the like. But the sky and the surface? Too big. Too vast. Too empty. But not to her. Despite her lacking praise in...

Sigrun sat beside Vel'duith, holding the reins to Honey Pepper. Indeed, the mist made it troublesome to see, but so long as they stuck to the road, they would be unlikely to stumble across any wheel-gouging rock. Hojen's warning lingered in her mind like a stubborn stone in a shoe. If...

A sigh escaped Sigrun like wistful wind rustling through a squat oak tree. Gabriel was never going to get off her back about this artefact. Especially since strange disturbances and walking nightmares had been reported throughout Crobhear Keep. It seemed no matter where it was placed, it caused...

Sigrun glanced across the room at Vel'duith, noting her distinct change in demeanour. At first she had seemed so exuberant, as if even a dwarf's presence couldn't strike her wonder and joy from seeing the moon. But for some reason, it changed when Sigrun questioned her vision. Strange. Perhaps...

Tentatively, Sigrun went to a tub of her own. Admittedly, having the water heated up at a simple spell sounded much easier than traditional implements. Heating stones or coals to place below the tub could take a while. "The same heat as what ye have should suffice." Folding out the towel and...

Sigrun nearly turned on her heel and left, but it seemed ridiculous to balk now that she had gone to the trouble of getting here. And perhaps in defiance of showing any such weakness, she resolutely stepped into the room, seeking a tub of her own. Her resolve didn't help her in finding anything...

Sigrun kept her residence in the barracks, her eyes running along the terse, blocky writing of the letter clutched in her hand, again and again, as if re-reading it could speed her own decision. Its words weighed on her, delaying her surrender to the merriment and frolicking outside. "Sigrun...