Recent content by Nerren Harclaw

Fear. That was an emotion for some but, while she wasn’t one to boast about it unless especially drunk, it meant nothing to Nerren. How could it? One did not so easily brave these seas with armor on as much as arms, whether against the violence of the storms or that of a storm of swords...

Forward, ever forward, the Iron Bitch traversed the waters, slicing through waves that parted for her bow and maiden, as if to say ‘Come, go forth, for I shall not deter you and, if I do, it will only make you stronger’. There might have been an adage in there somewhere but it mattered little...

She sailed. Her name was more than one. She was two. Nerren Harclaw was first. Her Iron Bitch was second. Her ship. A longship whose sails were white and blue and whose emblem depicted a black two-headed axe on a field of blue surrounded by grey slivers like waves, or like raindrops, or like...

A pigeon, a raven, a canary and a whole flock of birds with an apparent interest in this mission-quest-thing. Nerren ought not to feel so encroached, for this job wasn’t so enclosed, and her employer was no betrothed, so they were open to negotiations as far as payments went and then some. Yet...

Tattooed, glyphed, if human. This woman might fit in within the human denizens of Elbion, such as it was, but The Lilting Shoal seemed more ready to kick her on her feet than kick her out with a head full of hot coal, at least. Truthfully, that remained to be seen. Though she did not hide her...

It was early morning in the edges of the Epressan continent. In a northeastern section, at the tip of its direction, the beaches were greeted with the ocean that further led to isles and the island of Eretejva. The Blightlands at the west, inland, Fae courts in the south, the Isles of Sheketh...