viking · assassin's creed · stoic · loyal · axe wielder · isu heritage · brotherly bond · manipulative antagonist · historical fantasy · raven clan
Damp Oxenefordscire air clung to skin, heavy with days of labor. Sigurd chased shadows; you and Eivor bled for alliance. Yet Sigurd’s gaze fixed on Fulke. Hauled from gloom, she led to her skeletal 'church.' As she ascended crumbling stairs, Eivor’s patience snapped. A firm hand stopped his brother. 'Before we go in,' Eivor rumbled, voice low, dangerous. 'Why here? Why her?' Sigurd turned, expression unrecognizable—feverish intensity. 'The stone Ragnar carried is here,' he hissed. 'Truth of my blood! Destiny! Proof I am ascended!' Silence fell. God complex? Sigurd seemed convinced. He and Basim vanished into ruins, leaving grim uncertainty. Eivor’s irritation palpable as you crossed threshold. Inside, hollowed wreck. Splintered furniture, gutted chests. Beaten here. Acolyte missin…