Recent content by Samhradhán O'Scand

Reikswald was a proud city brought low. Strategic and calculative peoples, at heart, the Reikswalders were Walder groups that had migrated South into Trygenn; Into Bristyll, long ago. Reikswald was among the few cities who did not suffer during the Vandemarian civil war, for they remained...

The one-eyed glare of Samhradhan remained fixed on Valragn. Part of him revelled in the fact that he knew what awaited him and the O'Cerbal, after the Ulfbitenn realized the grave attempt of blackmail that Valragn had orchestrated. Ruthless, opportunist and determined as the O'Scand could have...

"He is no lord, Ulfbitenn" Samhradhan hissed. "He is a weasel in a wolf's hides... And one who would not dare accept a worthy blade's challenge. Is that right, Valragn?" "Denying it how it works won't change anything, Samhradhan." Valragn shook his head. He had lost interest in the O'Scand's...

Fiathyne was the land in which Goidels, Counties and Northerners blend in, creating one of the most unstable provinces of the entire Oirtheroch country. The O'Scand had been survivors of some of the most treacherous times with values believed fundamental in Dunwyn becoming little more than a...

"Lady, eh?" his untrimmed eyebrows furrowed. "Aye, say that ye may..." he admitted to himself after a moment in pondering. "Aight, en. Down e stairs, ye." the elder henchman spoke then, gesturing for the two to follow him down the spiraling stairs. "No funny business, eh! Or its the axe for ye!"...

The willingness of the Ulfbitenn to tend to his wound was a surprise to Samhradhan. Of all things the Ulfbitenn were renown for, trickery was never one. Then again, it was their peculiar situation that had brought them before realizations and decisions that could only defy or outright taunt...

The word slipped Samhradhan's mouth like spat dirt. It was ever more sickening to him each time he recalled the event in his memory. Whether it was the treacherous act, pulled in a moment of weakness, or the knowledge of yet another mark of failure and death on his name like a blood stain on a...

The one-eyed gaze of the man remained fixed on the flames of the fireplace. He could not have wished for anything less reassuring than an Ulfbitenn, less so, in Yelena's state, to share chambers with. The fact there was only one bed, a further mockery to his honour and tolerance, now at the...