Recent content by Ulf Flakkari

"So I see," boomed the Nordenfiir as he shifted back into his human form. Bereft of his ursine body, the warrior's voice returned to his normal level of depth and volume. "Though only the yellow ones are to be trusted. The others are dangerous to most." Ulf opened the bag and pulled out the...

He'd found, tracked, and brought down a decent sized doe during his hunt, only shifting back to his human form long enough to properly gut and clean the carcass. He tucked the meat into a one of the leather bags he carried with him and quickly shifted back into his bear form before carefully...

"Venison it is," he stated with a nod as he tossed his cloak by his weapons. "As for rice or salt, I don't tend to carry much with me. I tend to live off the land as I travel, but I did see what I think might be thyme or rosemary when entering the clearing and I can keep a lookout for mushrooms...

Ulf sucked quietly at his teeth a moment, a wide variety of clues adding up leaving his skepticism well founded. The scent on the wind, the magic, the conversational slip, and subsequent evasion coupled with what he had watched play out and solidified who, and what, this stranger truly was...

"No, but they do know the scent of a greater predator," he said matter of factly. The stranger's conversational evasion intrigued the Nordenfiir, but he didn't push further despite his quiet skepticism. The copse had a small clearing where the wind was greatly lessened. He set his lyre down at...

"You may call me Ulf," the warrior said with a smile. "As for bears, the scents are old here and no bear would willingly challenge a Nordenfiir in his prime." As they made their way to the shelter of the trees, Ulf scratched at his beard in thought. The stranger had mentioned his parents being...

"A child is a child, no matter their origin," Ulf stated honestly, finally placing the stranger's gender in his mind before moving to answer the stranger's questions. "I left Eretejva to explore the Summer Lands and seek my fame, fortune, and glory. I am one of the youngest sons of a Nordenfiir...

"A fire mage, eh?" he asked with a laugh. "And an ancient one at that with many children, yet you are as fair as a maiden in a skald's tale. The boon of beauty without the curse of frail mortality. Many a hero of legend sought such a thing with few succeeding." He listened to the commentary on...

"A fortnight at the most, aye," he boomed, laughing amiably. "Though we shall surely reach one sooner, perhaps a village or township in a few days at most." The Nordenfiir thought a moment before continuing. His unexpected travelling companion had mentioned fire magic, albeit indirectly...

"If you wish to join my in my journeys, you're more than welcome," Ulf stated with a shrug. "I know not how far the next city may lie, but I'm sure it cannot be more than a fortnight's travel." The Nordenfiir tucked his lyre away and gestured to the road. Perhaps there was a village or township...

"Seas suas ar an tosaigh long uasal stiúrann mé Cúrsa seasta go dtí an tearmann Maraigh go leor fir namhaid Maraigh go leor fir namhaid." So caught up in his song, he almost missed the stranger along the side of the road. He - or she? - was dressed to the nines complete with robes, jewelry...

The wind was cold, the air was brisk, and snow could be felt on the wind. Autumn was leaving, winter was coming, and with the change of seasons came the promise of spring in time. For Ulf, it was a new beginning and an interesting one at that. He'd bartered and traded until he'd made enough of...