Z-SIGRÍÐR

   There wasn’t much that brought that woman pleasure. Because, as all warriors know, pleasure is fleeting. The most in life you can hope for is a feeling of contentment and she had known many old soldiers who com

There was a corner of darkness in the Inn where all gladness and joy seemed absent. A booth where light recoiled and refused to play. In that stygian sector of the Red Sun- hobs had delivered flesh and mead and

A man in a set of Silvery gold full plate armor with a white symbol of a Dragon on the chestplate  walks into the area. He wields at his side a longsword with an intricate handle. The man seemed to radiate an

The cold was chilling her to the bone. She was beyond shivering, but muscles were stiffening and she knew if she were to go, it would have to be now. Standing on the rock some distance from the shore with a mind

Cold…that was her first greeting to the world – icy, limb numbing cold and the heavy thump on the crown of her head of water rising over her. A reflex and she gasps in a lungful as the chill consumes her and

There was a peace to this place, this state, a freedom perhaps if she actually thought upon it. Free of want, free of care, free of the trials of life and living. Free of hurt and pain and ice and fire. Free of