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 […]