A week passed and another Midyear storm hit the hold. They were quite common this time of year, some believed that it was due to the expelled mages from the Winterhold College experimenting. There had been whispers about strange comings and goings at Fellglow Keep since last Rains Hand, and there had been many inexplicable … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale – Iriella – Part 8, A terrible storm.
Faendal heaved the last of the logs up onto the mill and wiped his brow. The sun was beating down at him through the gap in the canopy of trees surrounding the small town and having spent most of the morning chopping wood and moving the heavy lumber at the mill he was rather warm … Continue reading A Nords Tale – Iriella – Part 7, A giant problem.
The excitement of the bandit raid had died down, Iriella was healing well and she had actively become more involved in the town’s comings and goings. She had helped Alvor finish repairing his roof over the forge, she and Rune went hunting with Faendal to get meat for the town. On the days they had … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale – Iriella – Part 6, A New Face.
Iriella was still seething, she stood looking like she was ready to fight, her feet hip width apart and her sword poised, she was breathing heavily. Eventually she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and sheathed her sword. She turned back to the townsfolk, whom were all silent, Faendal was at a loss for … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale – Iriella – Part Five, A Hero.
Faendal was whistling to himself as he worked at the mill, heaving up logs onto the pile ready for chopping. Gerdur came out and handed him a mug with some cool water in.“Thanks”, he took the drink gratefully and looked at the pile of logs he had created. Each log was a lot bigger than … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale – Iriella – Part Four, An Eventful Evening
The next few weeks came and went, the weather got warmer and a thick carpet of lush green grass now covered the forest floor. Iriella and Rune made their way to Whiterun with Alvor, Iriella walked out ahead of the cart and Rune padded along behind it. The only problem with the good weather was … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale – Iriella – Part Three, A Gift.
By the second week of First Seed the snow had all gone and the wildlife had returned. Dragonflies danced close to the surface of the river as salmon made their way up it towards their mating grounds. Lush green grass grew around the towns surrounding woodland, birds nested in trees and sang constantly. Iriella had […]
The deer entered the clearing cautiously. A slight rustle from somewhere off to the left alerted it enough to stop, twitch its ears and look around. Seemingly satisfied that all was clear it made its way forward to the centre of the clearing in the forest. The wind whistled mournfully through the trees and the … Continue reading A Nords Tale – Iriella – Part One, Introductions.