Ragnarok 1: the last Adler: Book 2: Utgard-part19Ragnarok 1: The Last Adler: Book 2: Utgard-Part19
"Little one! Where are you!?"
Burla wiped her hands clean on her apron, while she looked through the door at the courtyard. Falco appeared around the corner, holding a couple of dead rats in his hand.
"Get your butt over here! Give me those dead animals and go to the throneroom! Moorgash wants to see you."
Falco obediently handed his catch over to her and ran through the corridors of the palace to Moorgash' grand throneroom. The huge orc was leisurly sitting on his throne. He looked up when the human boy came in.
"Finally! You sure took your sweet time! That's what you get from staying up late! You no longer have the energy to serve your master in time."
Falco startled. What did Moorgash mean by that remark? Did he know about his nightly raids? Because that was exactly what he had done the previous night. He had stolen some dried food and convenient little things and he had left some of the food at his former page's cage at Butgar's. Th
An Utgard campfire taleFor slaves, the days in Utgard were long and tiresome. The orcs and goblins worked them hard and made little difference between adults and children. It was no different in Ranto’s Keep. And yet, at the same time, it was entirely different.An Utgard campfire tale9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the end of a warm summer evening. A large bonfire was burning in the middle of the compound. Ranto and Kulta came out of the main building and stared down at the fire below from the observation porch. After only a moment, Ranto nodded slightly and Kulta went down to the fire. About three dozen pups, mostly dressed in rags, loincloths or worse, were standing around the fire. They stopped their pushing and play fighting and made room for the goblin warrior to get through.
Kulta looked around at the many young faces. It had already been a few years since his father Ranto had decided to follow this new path, but it still felt weird. Most of the pups were gobis and young goblins, some of them not much younge than he was himself. But they were
The Dreamworld Chronicles - Part 2Falco was crouching down, the fingers of one hand resting lightly on the forest floor, the other hand lying on his leg. He was staring intensely at a small bush of wild roses. He had been for more than fifteen minutes now, not moving a muscle. Suddenly, one of the rosebuds opened up and transformed into a beautiful flower. With a loud shrill scream of triumph, he jumped up and punched in the air with his fist.The Dreamworld Chronicles - Part 25 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Yes!!” he yelled and finally noticed Pumori standing right behind him, her arms crossed and a stern look on her face.
“Pumori! You startled me! Did you see what I just did? Isn’t it great?”
“Pumori see,” she said, hooking one foot behind his leg and pushing him hard against his chest, so he fell to the ground.
“Hey! What the hell? Why did you do that?” the boy angrily yelled. Pumori jumped on top of him, placing her knee on his chest and holding him down.
“Falco-boy not speak like that to alpha. Falco-boy show proper re
The Dreamworld Chronicles - Part 6“How … How are possible?” Pumori whispered as the rain poured down on her. “Are wrong, very wrong!”The Dreamworld Chronicles - Part 64 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What are you talking about?” Claw asked, staring up at her with a bored look in his eyes. “Just a bit of rain. Nothing special. Just annoying.”
He took the bird from the fire and stood up.
“Where Fa… Claw go?”
“Look for shelter. Under Fenrir’s head. Don’t like wet pheasant.”
Pumori quickly followed him. He sat down under the huge head of the statue. Pumori took a seat next to him, but he almost immediately moved over a bit, so he kept some space between them. The location didn’t keep them entirely dry, but it was better than nothing. Claw hungrily ripped off chunks of meat of the bird to eat them. Pumori, on the other hand, didn’t feel like eating at all. Too many thoughts were tumbling through her mind. An articulate Fang, Falco-boy acting very weird, rain in her Dreamworld and
Revenge is sweet ... not always.“I really don’t think we should do this, my lord,” the nervous boy said.Revenge is sweet ... not always.8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Of course we should, Joral. And why do you keep calling me my lord? I told you to call me Falco, when we’re alone.” The ten year old prince of Vestfjor said to his equally old page boy.
“Because I’m not allowed to by your father and your uncle and the Varangians and everybody else in the castle! And they all are a lot bigger than me.”
“Well, that’s true, I guess. Can you see my brother coming yet?”
“No,” Joral replied nervously.
Both boys were lying on the flat roof of a shed, overlooking the garden that was next to the pond on the castle grounds. Joral was lying on one end of the roof, where he had a good view of anyone approaching along the path that lay between the pond and the shed. Falco was lying on the other side of the shed, holding a knife to a rope that was tied to an iron hook in the shed.
“I really wish you would
Character Bio: Falco AdlerNameCharacter Bio: Falco Adler11 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Information on House affiliation and Family Line:
Second son of jarl Karl Adler and Lady Kari Alfhild.
Younger brother of Agrim Adler.
Prince of Vestfjor, one of the nine realms of the kingdom of Midgard.
Race and nationality
Very handsome. Almost elflike in appearance, due to the rituals performed by Duskar elves, on him and his mother while he was still in the womb.
Ravenblack hair, but very little body hair otherwise. Even in later years, and much to his own regret, no facial hair (except for eyebrows of course).
Rather bright green eyes.
Extremely fast and agile, often described as moving in a catlike fashion. Was often teased by his brother with the nickname “scrawny catboy”.
Slightly taller than average.
Scar on sternum, in the shape of a wolveshead. Cut into his chest by Moorgash, the orc warlord, as punishment for trying to escape in 1299 AoR.
During his days as a slave in U