A fierce Rune Knight marched through the streets of Hargeon once more; a menace incarnate. The last time he was here it ended with a criminal having his kneecaps and shoulder pierced by icy javelins...and for that he had earned the city's gratitude. And now the hero was on his way to complete yet another heroic deed...raising money for charity. The mage's pace slowed down as he approached the orphanage he would help raise money for - how far had he come? How many had he killed? All of it just to join the lowest level of an almost empty organization and use his power to entertain and attract donors...
The house Asgeirr stood before wasn't a glamorous building. It was run down, weathered and looked more like a ruin than home for parentless children. As he approached, the children fled inside in fear, slamming the door shot behind them.
The house Asgeirr stood before wasn't a glamorous building. It was run down, weathered and looked more like a ruin than home for parentless children. As he approached, the children fled inside in fear, slamming the door shot behind them.