Across the fogged dead grass through black twisted branches, the white of death sings her ominous tune. Blood falls from beneath the woollen cloak wandering alone. Against the cutting breeze, Nyla's hand clutches the golden handle of the black blade. Gasping for air, her body falls flat in exhaustion. Crawling forward she still advances north of the world, leaving an ashen trail of blood behind. Bruises, cuts, hunger, even sleep keeps no hold. Looking at the stars, the purple of her eyes shine a tear. Under an anchor of exhaustion she sinks. Hitting the ground, Nyla reaches against the abyss and collapses dead on the snow. - Deep within caves darkness, bear blood stains the ground, attracting noses of insects and wild beasts. After a howling day of sleep, the pack awakens with a hunger equal to the einherjar (Loki's champions). Olcan's dagger is used to take servings large enough for recovering warriors. Placing slabs of meat on large leaves, the three sit to feast. Agnaar looks
Faris is awoken by air splashed out of his lungs by blistering cold water, slapping the nerves like a thousand needles all piercing the skin at once. "Wakey wakey priddy boy."An unusual accent spits out. Fur boots step across grey stone flooring towards a second bucket, lifted and thrown into the opposite cell. The wooden bucket is dropped as the footsteps slowly tap across the darkroom. Dark walls of moss and stone fall into a floor of the same palate. From cells out of sight a humming stale stench of urine and excrement poison the frozen air. Rusted orange hides between jagged flakes of black painted iron bars and gates. Faris watches disheartened as the chuckling and footsteps fade upwards through a wooden creaking staircase into the howling wind. "My Lord."Faris gasps.Faris checks his pockets, realising his wedding gift has been taken but before he can react his eyes widen. In the cell opposite, wearing nothing but her soaked red sleeping dress sits Miya. Her wet face can b
Divided by a beam of light from the small opening, Faris watches Miya have blistering cold water thrown over her again from the opposite cell. "Please stop, why do you keep doing this?"Faris asks, crushing the flaked paint over rusted bars. Tears of anger roll down Faris's cheek. Standing in front arms wide."Whatchu gunn do bout it?"Challenges the scrawny bag of bones. Faris reaches through the bars but his hand falls short. "Come closer!" The guy laughs and goes back up the stairs. Miya is lying on the floor, crying in the puddle, arms wrapped around herself. Faris's brows curve upwards as the fire in his heart has nobody to burn but himself. Miya looks through the bars and softly asks "Please,..tell me something about your wife,..something to distract me from the cold,.. it hurts so much."Barely able to string the sentence together as her body chatters vigorously. "What can I say except that I love her? She is the mother of our child, my friend and the one I'll be with
The 4th Blood Scroll Keeper was no man but a force of nature; as tall as wrestlers, a warrior build and versed in lightning manipulation● Unlike the other mages, Keeper was a strong believer in fusing magic with steel● Mages never feared warriors but mages were never seen as warriors, only cheaters and cowards who hid behind spells● King Vladamir the blooded, commanded a tournament between mages to commemorate his new throne in honour of his priestess Shay● This duel of fates would encompass the mace of Avalanche and for the first time, the arts could be used to prove battle prowess like knights and grant its wielders glory● The mighty King set three rules; •All magic had to be visible for the crowds to see● •No magic was to be used until blood had been drawn● •The competitors would not be allowed to take the fight more than eight stables length away from the mace in any direction● The final duel would be against the king's champion for a glorious climax● The winner would be aw
Another wave of freezing water crashes against shivering Miya as she screams in pain. Faris stands up reaching out the cage against a laughing bandit. His red eyes encircled by darkness and exhaustion still have enough fight in him to spout violent imprecations, but that fight has been worn down over many nights and merciless cold. Thoughts of revenge for the cruel torture, worry over the whereabouts of Axil, worry of Schenade and what she must be feeling, afraid for Veryth and her unborn child, missing Tamara, feeling trapped and angry. "Oh God, make them pay!" - Rohain throws another log on the glowing fire. "Yesterday, you never told me what happened when you climbed back up the stairs."Daniella says as she finishes setting the beds. "I'm tired, we covered a lot of ground today." "Please, it's not fair to end a story half way through." "It's not a story!It's my life. Everyday I can hear it, I see it when I close my eyes. I wasn't born this way."Rohain says clenching his
"King Dolkan at your service. You look terrible, but you are still bigger than I expected. You know, it's customary to bow before a king." "Not for me."Faris says with absolute conviction. Dolkan smirks, takes the watchman's stool and sits upon it crossing his arm over the back rest. "I am here to get you out but first I would like to chat."Dolkan says, scratching his brow with a pointed thumb nail. Faris raises his head as sounds of terror continue to echo through the night. "I never came alone."Dolkan smiles. Faris looks at his visitor, and glances at the corpse lay in its own blood. Reaching out between the bars, Dolkan hands Faris his pocket watch and nods."You may see me as a monster, having witnessed my abilities, but I assure you, they were the real monsters. How long had they had this lady lay here freezing cold without a blanket? I heard them laughing at how they threw cold water on her frequently just to see your pain. They are not dogs, not animals, they are far w
The 6th Blood Scroll After the War of the Gods had finally come to an end, a truce was scribed over corpses of armies between King Vladimir and the Dragon clan under a red moon● King Vladamir had managed to lead his kingdom to victory but at great cost● The blood army had withered to barely under two thousand, not enough to defend against the surrounding kingdoms should they form an alliance● The great kingdom had been taken by force, burning many flags that tied beyond● General Vatalis proposed a deal with the Dragon clan, one that would shift the world's fate● The King had arranged a meeting to claim his token of victory, a tradition usually recompensed by treasure, weapons or a crown● People called the Dragon clan gods, for they had technology from beyond the stars but the King knew weapons do not win wars, soldiers do● King Vladamir the victor wanted an army more powerful than his enemies could ever assemble, an army of immortals● The Dragon clan had renounced their ways of my
Footprints echo through endless snow covered trees of an ancient forest. Scanning the grey sky, Danielle pets Phantom as Rohain guides the way through. The path's narrow end fades below snow and still leaves. The grey dims yellow beneath the clouds yet barely a word had been spoken. "Do you..." "No." He replies. "You don't even.." "I do.." Rohain turns."...you were going to ask me another question or insist on playing another game, I told you I'd only play once on the promise you would not ask me again." "But I'm bored! Conversation with you is all précis without a skeric of scone." Rohain turns his head. Even through the dark eye holes of his helmet Daniella can feel the hard stare. "Everytime I wish to make a conversation you simply reply with something like yes, no or be awfully dismissive." " I don't." "See! For you maybe it's easy to just be in the world all by yourself and not mind the quite, but I can not bear it." "Look, the more we talk, the more likely we are to