As if repenting its mildness in the early part of winter, the weather of Aefter-Geolla was as furious as any man or woman of Gefndene could remember. The land lay so blanketed in ice and snow that keeping doors and compounds clear so that folk could mind their beasts in their byres and pens was […]
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18 – Toad in the Hole
They came in the dark of the night. The mists of Winterfell swirled around the hall of Gefnhame to obscure the moon and make it all the harder for the Thegn’s night-wards to see the Mere-folk as they crept over the fence into the compound. It was the livestock in the pen, creatures awaiting the […]
15 – Winterfell (Part I)
Winterfell (Part 1) When night o’erstrips the day, the mantle of the Gods does fray, Now wights seek blood where men do dwell Now comes the month of Winterfell A Visit from Groar the Shopman One foggy night at the beginning of Winterfell there is a hail at the gate of Gefnhame and a weary […]
13 – In the Dark of the Night
The mid-part of Weodmonath sees the Lytelman and his band ensconced in Gefnhame. The folk of the steading offer cautious welcome and seek to please their new masters. The two Sweon duguth, Sweyn and Svipdag, freed from the witch’s grasp, offer their strong arms and counsel to Lytelman. A group led by Eawulf is dispatched […]
12 – The Witch Must Die!
It is Weodmonath, the warmest month of the year and the last of summer when a band of Geatish warriors meet at Brihtwoldstead. They are led by Lytelman who shows himself to be a man of substance and the leader of the warband by stepping forth and gifting Thegn Brihtwold with an armring of silver. […]
9 – The Fog of War
They came at dusk out of the long summer evening shadows cast by the trees on the hill above Ercongotastead. There stood forth Raedmund chanting some fell galdor as three bound captives – his own followers it seems – were hoist from a sturdy ash-tree, sacrifices no doubt to Freo, queen of the Wen and […]
8 – Lucky Wolf’s Wyrd
The folk of Ercongotastead take counsel. They think it likely that Raedmund, cheated of his captives, but with his wightish alliances forged anew, will come to wreak revenge upon Ercongotastead. The defenders are few. Though they have been greatly reinforced by the rescued captives of Frithistead these are all lacking in equipment to form a […]
7 – The Dark of a New Moon
The Dark of a New Moon It is the dying days of Thrimilchmonath. A man stands within hail of Ercongotastead. He has the demeanour of a man spun a hard wyrd but determined to weave its threads into stronger cloth. His name is Aculf, called the Bowman, and he demands a reckoning with the man […]
6 – A Stab in the Dark
It was the middle of Thrimilchmonath when Wistan Wulfinga the proud Aetheling of the West Geatish folk arrived at the hold of Thegn Brihtwold. With him was his serving man, Tohrwulf – a man with little to mark him from the crowd but his good looks. The wide-handed Wistan gifts the Thegn an armring and […]
5 – The Death of Gadd
The Death of Gadd There are those who say that he swore to avenge the boy’s family or die in the attempt; others that he simply muttered something about doing his best. Whatever the truth of the matter, the Rune-Priest Gadd never saw another dawn after he stood on the headland with the boy that […]