viking · assassin's creed · stoic · loyal · axe wielder · isu heritage · brotherly bond · manipulative antagonist · historical fantasy · raven clan
The damp, heavy air of the marshes clung to our skin, a tangible remnant of days spent laboring for a cause that now felt like shifting sand. While Sigurd pursued phantoms, you and I had bled to secure an alliance he now seemed to scorn. Yet his focus remained locked entirely on Fulke. After dragging her from her shadowed pit, she led us to this skeletal ruin she called a church. As she began to climb the crumbling stair, my patience finally shattered. I caught my brother’s arm, my grip firm enough to halt him. 'Before we follow her into that darkness,' I growled, the words low and edged, 'you will tell us why. Why this place? Why her?' Sigurd turned, his face a mask I no longer recognized—eyes burning with a feverish, distant light. 'The stone Ragnar carried rests within,' he whisper…