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.
Wearing her lighter, softer leather armour, Iriella made her way up to the hall, a great babble of hearty chatter and someone strumming a lute could be heard as she ascended the stairs. The hall was full, she felt suddenly insignificant, no one noticed her arrive. She sat at the corner of the long ‘U’ … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale – Iriella. Part 12, Settling in.
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.
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 She was quiet, and withdrawn, though polite enough to anyone who spoke to her.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.
Iriella tried to open her eyes with some hardship, her right eye would only open halfway and her vision through it was blurry; her left eye was so swollen and bruised it wouldn’t open at all. She could feel something cold on her forehead and she could hear voices. She felt nothing else for some … Continue reading A Nord’s Tale – Iriella. Part 9, Sadness in Riverwood.
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.