4/29/2025, 10:32 AM
「 Skill Point ― Scout 」
Skjoldrheim road trip, featuring art by Cy
Backdated so they have time to get to the Avon festival.
Skjoldrheim road trip, featuring art by Cy
Backdated so they have time to get to the Avon festival.
He'd been awake for hours, simply trying to herd his brood across the bank and onto the mainland. On his back, he carried an offering, a gift for the leaders of Elysium. It was an enormous rack of antlers, skull still attached, of course, but the meat had been picked clean by the scavengers of the night. The antlers would sometimes snag on the uneven ground, but it was no more than a mild annoyance. This had been one of their prized deer on the island, a stag who had passed from natural causes months before. In this case, it was before these fine antlers could be shed.
It would make for a fine mantle, to be decorated by the equally religious leaders, no doubt.
Once more did they snag on the ground, but this time Tyr took the moment to survey his group of enthusiastic teenagers and more mentally sane additions. They were all accounted for, and while the journey would take them a couple of days, it was well worth the journey if it meant getting out and seeing the sights. It was his brood's first venture out of the confines of the island after all, right?
The god turned his head away, looking to the lands around them. Evergreen trees shedding their winter coats, snow still littering the floor in its icy heaps where the sun did not shine, and the sound of rapids off in the distance. A far enough distance from those who might be too eager to take a dip, thankfully. No danger seemed to be nearby, and the smell of bears and other wandering predators was put at bay by the large group of wolves undoubtedly. It also meant that prey was often far off, only the songs of birds remaining in the canopies.
They'd been walking for hours already, and it felt like the terrain was never going to come to an end. Perhaps while nothing was happening, it would be a good time for a rest. With one final look around them, Tyr made the call.
It would make for a fine mantle, to be decorated by the equally religious leaders, no doubt.
Once more did they snag on the ground, but this time Tyr took the moment to survey his group of enthusiastic teenagers and more mentally sane additions. They were all accounted for, and while the journey would take them a couple of days, it was well worth the journey if it meant getting out and seeing the sights. It was his brood's first venture out of the confines of the island after all, right?
The god turned his head away, looking to the lands around them. Evergreen trees shedding their winter coats, snow still littering the floor in its icy heaps where the sun did not shine, and the sound of rapids off in the distance. A far enough distance from those who might be too eager to take a dip, thankfully. No danger seemed to be nearby, and the smell of bears and other wandering predators was put at bay by the large group of wolves undoubtedly. It also meant that prey was often far off, only the songs of birds remaining in the canopies.
They'd been walking for hours already, and it felt like the terrain was never going to come to an end. Perhaps while nothing was happening, it would be a good time for a rest. With one final look around them, Tyr made the call.
Take a break. If you go off wandering, take someone with you. If you're not back in 30 minutes, we're leaving you behind.He voice was stern, but he didn't mean it, right?
