Sigurd's Saga, The forming of the fellowship (part I)
Posted November 21, 2012
As the ancient steel drove through my newly forged cuirass, I realized with grim humor that I was about to die for the second time. The warrior now pulled the rusted blade out and raised it for the final blow, but before he could do so, a green-shafted arrow stuck into his neck with a satisfying th...
Sigurd's Saga, part ten: Into the barrow
Posted October 2, 2012
Bleak Falls Barrow. A tomb of the ancients. A tomb of my brothers. Ransacked by bandits. As I made my up to the ancient fortress, Two lowlifes accosted me at a crumbling watchtower, standing tall in the snow. The poor fools drew steel and charged with disregard to their own safety, hoping to scare m...
Posted September 15, 2012
PROLOGUE----- A single guard stood watch over the sleepy village by the river, watching the sun set, the man was unaware of the small figure slip through the gate, heading towards the inn. "I shwear! ash big ash a houssh!!" A burly, blonde nord in a leather jerkin wrapped in a blue sash was regalin...
Posted September 7, 2012
As we loaded up on supplies, Ralof had questions,"Who are you? I've never seen one with such skill and ferocity in battle who is also a healer of your caliber! I have only heard tales of men such as you in the oldest of tales." I chuckled, "Believe it or not, but I come strait from those tales, my f...
Posted September 7, 2012
"Get down!" Ralof hissed, "He may come back!" I looked up in the sky, but the dragon was already winging gracefully over a far-off valley, presumably looking for more villages to devour. "I still can't believe we made it out of there friend," Ralof wheezed as he leaned against a tree, "we should ma...