Lord Fenris

CHAPTER 27 – SPECTER OF THE WOLF

CHAPTER 27 – SPECTER OF THE WOLF

He walked into the throne room, indulging himself in the spectacle that had become of House Hrothgar. Gloomy at the best of times, the Wolf’s Den was more macabre than ever under its new leadership...

CHAPTER 20 – CONFRONTING THE MOTHER

CHAPTER 20 – CONFRONTING THE MOTHER

Frankincense and gar hung heavy in the air, billowing out as if to greet her words. The atmosphere inside her mother’s chambers was thick, stale, and stunk of entropy...

CHAPTER 18 – TREPIDATION

CHAPTER 18 – TREPIDATION

Worgana had flown into a rage ever since the Emperor had spoken that word, and her world had shattered. Exile. Her brother Fenris was to be cast out of Jotune society and sent into the west – to wander and die alone...

CHAPTER 17 – JUDGEMENT

CHAPTER 17 – JUDGEMENT

The sound of her boot heels rang a hollow tune as she quickly made her way down the cavernous halls. She passed before the gaze of her forebears, an unending procession of bronze and marble busts, and colossal murals depicting their heroic deeds...

CHAPTER 15 – DELIVERANCE

CHAPTER 15 – DELIVERANCE

The soldiers around him ducked their heads instinctively. This drill had long become a dull routine; taking snap-shots from cover, hiding from incoming fire, then doing it all over again. It was as monotonous and automatic as taking a breath of air. It was for all of them except Fenris...

CHAPTER 9 – FIRE FROM THE SKY

CHAPTER 9 – FIRE FROM THE SKY

He had heard the cry of the ever-hawk. He had watched it burst into existence, and shed its down in a shower of spark and flame, taking flight and laying waste to their enemies. It had lit a fire in his heart when it did, one he never realized had grown cold...

CHAPTER 8 – ASSAULT ON CENTROPOLIS

CHAPTER 8 – ASSAULT ON CENTROPOLIS

Oathki pivoted in mid-air, contorting his body into a tight spiral. The fiery wings of his valareon flared, spilling a brilliant spiral of flame into the unnatural dusk. The maneuver brought him up short, just as a lance of purple energy roared past. So close he could feel the heat singe his cheek...

CHAPTER 7 – THE HAWK AND THE WOLF

CHAPTER 7 – THE HAWK AND THE WOLF

Oathki sat on the command throne in quiet contemplation, elbows resting on the chair’s bare metal arms and his fingers steepled before his face. He sat at leisure, and devoid of helmet or wargear, his high cheek bones and icy blue eyes were clearly visible. He wore only a light linen tunic, leather breeches, and mid-calf boots...