Lord Grimnir Niflheimr's Story

The night’s grasp reached the snow-cloaked estate of the Thorneirs, giving life to the howls of the wolves, the roars of the bears and the sleeping breaths of the folk sound asleep. Rising from her bed striding to the large windowless stone frame, she gazed out upon the world from her high seat. Something was amiss she could feel it in the air though to what prompted the feeling was still unknown to her. Sighing to herself, Grimnir trundled away from the view toward the stairs she needed some time outside of this stuffy estate before her long hours of navigating the political idiocies of the inane House structure. Flakes of fresh snow began to fall from the sky, the air was clean crisp welcoming Grimnir with each step she took further across the estate leaving the sight of the manor in the background the further away she got.

Grimnir loved to travel at night when it was the most peaceful, the day seemed to have more bustle thus making it much less calming. The moon overhead shone brightly down upon her head bathing her white hair, slowing her pace she shifted her quivers belt to rest snugly between her breasts giving her easier access to her arrows in a time of need. Snow began to fall more quickly coating her cloak with a wet sheen as it liquefied upon her warm back. Howling sounds echoed throughout the oak forest, her steps leaving deep indentations in the frost covered dirt. The winds might bellowed down through the mountainsides rampaging down passing over Grimnir who lifted her head laughing half naked yet welcoming the bitter cold that entombed her body. Something shifted to the east just within her vision, moving silently body tensed she weaved between the trees bow already in her hand. The shadow flicked over the hillside a challenge in her eyes, the hunt was beginning.

Breaking into a full-blown sprint, Grimnir jumped from the hillside becoming airborne, nocking an arrow, and firing all in one motion. The air whistled as the arrow rocketed picking up speed as it fell planting itself deep into the shadowy figure, who tumbled down the hill attempting to rebalance itself. Barreling after the target in now what was a full-scale blizzard, thankfully years of hardened training aided her in this chase. Bloodied prints gave way to the creatures’ whereabouts.

This is odd, the creature seems to grunt like a man, but men never continue to trek throughout the forest knowing the blood would guide me to them….

The trail suddenly stopped at the edge of a Cliffside the sea churning foam with a fury unmatched. Moving quietly Grimnir nocked another arrow unsure of where the thing had vanished. Yowls and yelps suddenly stopped seemingly giving her aid in the search. Her ears caught a rustling in the brush nearby walking quickly weapon at the ready she pushed back the brush to find a man huddling in a secret cave a fire burning next to him, grunting with pain as he attempted to pull out the arrow embedded in his thigh. Stepping inside the cave she smiled eyes glinting in the firelight placing bow resting at her side arrow already back in her quiver.

Grimnir spoke in a low but powerful voice similar to the wolves snarl in the sight of an unknown enemy in their territory.

Might I ask what you are doing in The House of Thorneirs land?

The man cringed answering in a hushed tone.

I am Njor Avoi, searching for the Lord Grimnir, I hear he is very able bodied and I am in desperate need of...

Njor never finished his sentence for Grimnir lashed out with her bow piercing him in the chest wrenching the razor up to slid effortlessly through his bone spattering his entrails onto the caverns floor.
Mumbling to herself as she wiped the filth from her bow on the snow covered brush outside.

Useless, arrogant, diminutive piss of a person the world should be glad I rid the earth of such a thing. No one ever refers to me as a man.

Grimnir trundled out from the brush hooking her bow to her back heading home leaving the man’s remains for the beasts.

Nightfall was beginning to fade as Grimnir passed through the estates fields, she could hear the people of the North going about their morning activities. Pushing open the manor doors Grimnir pushed through the already collecting crowd here to ask her meaningless things for the entirety of her day.

Hopefully something exciting will happen today, or shall I die of boredom from the tedious impractical inquiries these idiots present before me?

Unhooking her bow and quiver from her back Grimnir placed them at tables head sitting down it a huff waving the first man forward who was dressed not as her own but as a man from the House of Greyhardt.

What brings you to my doors this day?

The man bowed deeply reaching for a letter at his belt.

I have a letter for you from Lord Greyhardt it is about Lionel Storm and the events that have recently taken place in the House of Damian. He hopes that you can respond in a hasty and concise manner.

Grimnir took the letter from the messenger signaling for him to go back to his place at the other end of the table.

Lord Grimnir,

I have urgent news regarding the House of Damian.

Lionel has broken from his father’s grasp pledging to get the throne for his own. I fear the worst for a father scorned is never the game one wishes to enter. I call for aid for the young swine has burned my ships so I now know where his thoughts lie. Red Keep shant fall to the power of a dissent, we shall overcome! We await your reply by my messenger.

Scoffing loudly Grimnir stood from her seat pacing madly considering the events that were now placed on her table. If she were to aid, Lord Greyhardt as her ancestors had done it would simply be left to summoning her guard to begin the trek to Red Keep. Chuckling to herself she thought of another choice one that would prove to have far more worth then aiding these ailing old men.

Raising her hand Grimnir loomed over the messenger smiling sweetly.

It seems Lord Greyhardt has grown weak along with King Damian, for a child under the thumb of a king should never have gotten this far. My message to the pathetic Lord is this: ‘Your streets shall burn with my gleeful rage, your women will become mere toys for my hand to grope. You shall fall to the lone arrow piercing your loving heart. I will watch you bleed, I will watch you suffer, and I shall take pleasure in the sight of your crippled psyche.’

MAR!
The captain of her Guard rushed forward whispering, Yes M’lord?

Take this wretched being away from my presence. He holds the message for Lord Greyhardt upon his lips; before he takes his leave eradicate his left arm just to show how serious we are. Report back to me when this task is finished.

Mar nodded gravely beckoning to a pair of guards to bring the messenger down below the manor for his removal. Grimnir sneered cruelly giggling at the thought of Nathanial’s face when he received her wittily written speech. Now was not the time to relish in the future pain of those who have grown weak and complacent in their old age. They would travel along the coastline in the hopes that they would meet Lionel since he had burned Lord Greyhardts fleet it was appropriate to assume he took to the sea in order to reach his father.

Mar approached Grimnir standing straight relaying that the deed was indeed complete. Grimnir giggled madly at the thought of pain coursing through the creatures’ body. However, it was time to plan Grim glanced at Mar speaking quickly.

Gather the bowmen, have them waiting outside the estate in two hours for we march to war. Send a dispatch to attempt a meeting with Lionel letting him know we are aiding in his conquest. Make sure the dispatch leaves quickly traveling along the coastline the ships should not be hard to spot, have them take along a riding horse for running shant get them there in time. Now go Mar we leave in a few hours.