Category: Vaesen

Sigrid The Society came back to Granshammar bruised and hollow-eyed, but upright. The rain had broken; the air was scrubbed…

In Stora Tuna, a neighbouring town to Grängshammar, the Society had taken shelter in a small, weathered inn. Rain traced…

The Society stood atop the rain-slick hill where August’s body lay, his lifeless form lying unnaturally still on the sodden…

Gottfried stood over the crumpled body of August, his cane sword still clutched tightly in one hand. The runes etched…

Gottfried returned upstairs with a satisfied crunch of pickled onions echoing faintly in the stairwell. He was finishing off a…

Sebastian stood by the shattered window, his gaze scanning the bright midday landscape beyond the ruins of the house. The…

The fire crackled, its glow casting flickering shadows along the walls. Outside, the wind picked up, rattling the windows. The…

Celeste and Sigrid exchanged a glance. “Bergs-Erik doesn’t seem like the kind of man you’d want looking for you,” Celeste…

Sven led the Society into the forge, a well-equipped space filled with tools, raw materials, and the glow of three…