It was dark and Iriella had no idea of the time when they finally arrived back at Jorrvaskr. Farkas was sporting a rather un-flattering bump on his forehead, and Iriella’s arm was covered in blood from getting caught during the fight with the draugr, though she had not noticed it at the time, she was … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale – Iriella. Part 16, Return to Jorrvaskr
Iriella’s heart was pounding, she and Farkas were pressed flat against the wall passing another draugr, motionless and upright just like the last one. A loud clanging noise startled them both and they looked at one another in surprise. A low, throaty growl came from the draugr and as one they turned their heads to … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale -Iriella. Part 15, Farkas’ secret.
Weeks passed, Iriella settled into life in the Companions as much as she could. She still ate mostly alone, did her jobs alone, and spent most of her free time either by herself or on occasion with Tilma, helping her out with her chores or just keeping her company. She liked the old woman; she … Continue reading A nord’s Tale – Iriella. Part 14, into the Cairn.
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.
The Companions eyed Iriella keenly, she certainly looked the part alright. She had donned her best armour, a set she had crafted herself out of various different hides and a few thin plates of iron to protect her arms, legs and chest. Her hooded cloak with fur lining gave way every now and again to … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale – Iriella. Part 11, Jorrvaskr.
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