“Please. Just ask her,” Skógi begged Systa as they both led the three dwarfs to the edge of the camp. “Just ask her, and if she tells you that it’s Bjargtre then don’t go.” “Don’t be stupid, she’s the Agrokū’s mother. She’d tell him.” “Then don’t tell her why you want to know, just that… Read More…
Astrid couched over the river and covered her mouth as another cough brought her down to her knees. Jarl watched her, worried, and waited for her to come back. He kept his arms around Knud. They had not seen the goblins from Castra for the last two days, but now that they were so far… Read More…
Systa skidded her bison to a stop before Ulf’s yurt. A cloud of dust rose behind her and she smiled broadly. One dwarf was tied to the back of her bison and three more were tied behind the riders that followed her. All of them were gagged and blindfolded. She leapt down from the saddle… Read More…
It was only now that they could see the Haltija pass in front of them that Jarl and Knud could appreciate the enormity of the Riddari mountain range. On their journey from Einn along the small roads and paths which ran alongside it they had not realised just how much the landscape rose up to… Read More…
The armour was new and stiff. Halvard squirmed uncomfortably inside it and tried to resist the urge to pull the trousers down at the crotch. They were far too small for him. The line of soldiers stretched all the way from the Royal Palace to the entrance of the catacombs. Halvard was stationed a few… Read More…
Finally, after well over a month since starting this piece, it’s finished, and the baby (my son) who inspired it has finally arrived. Want to know something weird? I got this idea when I was around 6-7 months pregnant, and once potato arrived, the baby in this piece actually looked like him. Yes, a little… Read More…
Astrid took a deep breath as she walked back towards Jarl and Knud. She could see condensation forming from her breath in the cold night. Before she said a word, she piled the wood she had collected onto the fire and sat down on the rocks. Her face was exposed for the first time that… Read More…
Melrakki groaned and turned over for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Her lower back ached and her stomach was heavy and swollen. She was miserable and so tired that her brain felt as if it had been removed from her skull. Ulf was snoring beside her, his arm across her protectively. Normally… Read More…
“You don’t understand!” the elf exclaimed as they walked past the elf dorms to leave. “She cut off my ear.” “Last night there was nothing wrong with your ear,” the harassed monk replied. Astrid’s face was utterly emotionless as they walked away. Her calm expression was so convincing that Jarl almost believed her, despite what… Read More…
Holmvé opened the door as little as she could and kept her hand on the bolt, ready to slam the door shut the minute she suspected their caller was another ‘relative’ who wanted to congratulate her good fortune. It had been truly incredible to experience over the last few weeks just how quickly word of… Read More…