Elkhorn
Chapter I - Ymir's Bastard
Chapter I - Ymir's Bastard
29 Years Ago...
Cimmeria. Adharca Cathair.
The air was crisp and cold outside the village as the wind blew, the sudden gale bending tree limbs until they snapped. Frost was in the air, and snow on the ground. It was winter, and the Elkhorn Clan of old was feeling it press upon them.
Bearach grunted as he looked out on the horizon... scouts had reported sightings of Vanir in the area, lurking about the woods. If there was an invasion of the village, he would see to it that every able bodied man and woman if need be would go and fight. It was the Cimmerian way. The barbarian knew something was stirring, but he didn't know just what. Perhaps it was Vanir... maybe it was the Picts.
Cimmeria. Adharca Cathair.
The air was crisp and cold outside the village as the wind blew, the sudden gale bending tree limbs until they snapped. Frost was in the air, and snow on the ground. It was winter, and the Elkhorn Clan of old was feeling it press upon them.
Bearach grunted as he looked out on the horizon... scouts had reported sightings of Vanir in the area, lurking about the woods. If there was an invasion of the village, he would see to it that every able bodied man and woman if need be would go and fight. It was the Cimmerian way. The barbarian knew something was stirring, but he didn't know just what. Perhaps it was Vanir... maybe it was the Picts.
The Elkhorn Saga
((Disclaimer: Some chapters from this long tale are written by myself, by other members of the Clan, and former members of the Clan))
Story I - The Rise of Adharca Cathair
Prologue - The Gathering
