"I'm looking for a Mercenary. Big fellow named Gunnar, lots of tattoos, carries an axe..." Maude didn't think there would be a large population of...
At least that was what the clues kept telling her.
She'd been on the road for nearly three months now, traversing from the fishing village at...
The night through the Frosthold peaks was as silent as she had ever imagined them to be. A sky of black, dappled by a hundred thousand...
Nordengaard, Frozen Halls
Created by Maude
Sep 12, 2018
Jan 24, 2019 by Maude