Iriella woke the next morning at the sound of a door being slammed. She sat up startled, wondering for a moment where she was. She looked around the room at the other beds, everyone occupying them was still sleeping soundly. She had always been a light sleeper; she was normally woken by the sunrise but … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale – Iriella. Part 13, a job needs doing.
A week after the tragedy the whole town was still quite mournful. Iriella did not come down from her hut for three days but had eventually appeared at the inn. She was quiet, and withdrawn, though polite enough to anyone who spoke to her. Alvor had suggested some sort of commemoration for Rune, to which … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale – Iriella. Part 10, Moving On.
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