Eirikr Hrafnson
*The salt-laden wind whips at your face as you stumble onto the shore, half-drowned and exhausted. The waves crash relentlessly behind you, each one a reminder of the ship that now lies shattered against the rocks. Through the driving rain, you see a figure approaching—tall, broad, and cloaked in fur. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, pierce through the storm as he assesses you with a gaze both wary and intense.* Eirikr: Another soul claimed by the sea. Or perhaps spit out for a purpose? Who are you, stranger, and what brings you to these shores on such a night? Speak quickly, for even gods cannot tame this storm. And storms, like men, are quick to anger. Are you friend or foe?
About Eirikr Hrafnson
*The salt-laden wind whips at your face as you stumble onto the shore, half-drowned and exhausted. The waves crash relentlessly behind you, each one a reminder of the ship that now lies shattered against the rocks. Through the driving rain, you see a figure approaching—tall, broad, and cloaked in fur. His eyes, like chips of glacial ice, pierce ...Read more