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The finale of this short story series about Folka from Nika Harper. And be sure to follow her on Twitter!
Folka heard the yox’s long moan outside and sighed. It had a tendency to free itself from the barn and yowl, trapped in the cold. Yox are not intelligent, and this one was nearly as old a family member as herself. Her boots were conveniently by the door and she trudged into the dim night.
Though, it was not as it seemed. Immediately Folka was aware that she was weaponless as she watched her yox get dragged through the crunchy snow. There must have been three thieves, their shadows barely visible in the night, and sounds from the barn suggested more. Folka had nothing with which to attack, but that’s never stopped a lumberer from fighting. Though the preference was strategy, she had learned to be resourceful. This would not be the first time it saved her.
Without even a grunt, she ran toward the stolen animal, eyes searching for something to grab and swing. The figures had stopped shuffling away and stood ready, when—
An enormous bulk dashed into them first, bowling into the mass and leaving deep gashes in the ice-crusted snow. It was impossible to tell the ruckus from itself, all screams and growls and the yox’s wails. Folka did not slow her pace, but leapt into the fray, twisting the first arm she saw and releasing leathery reins from its grip. It was mayhem and the yox reared back, the yoke catching a brigand in the gut and Folka in the face. Her blood joined the others in the moonlight, splattering on a sword she wrenched away from the wielder, hearing the pop of his wrist breaking [...]
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The bear within Bolverk had awoken and he lumbered through the cold forest, hands and feet digging into the icy soil. The rites spoke of primal living, of natural existence, and shouldering the cruelty of desperation. Living at all costs was what mattered. Bears were built to withstand the harshest and worst winters, to flourish in the verdant summers. They could sleep through the cold months if the land had been kindly, but Bolverk shared the winter nights and days with the less fortunate and more hardened kind. His kind.
The rites of the berserk were strict and secret. Every few years, or any time as desired, they reconnected with the ursine spirit within them through trial and distance. Bolverk was wrong to keep any thoughts in his mind, wrong to use words in any capacity, but ever so rarely they crept back in.
The Ravens were temporarily absent of their captain. To what would Bolverk return?
Back to the woods, if all was gone. The Ravens were motley and not of his creed, nor of his capability. A finer bunch he could never find, but no fellowship among them. Bolverk was not the man to create it. He did not nurture, he enforced. The wind bit at his shoulder, an aching twinge from the scabbed arrow wound, making the cold feel deeper. That foolish girl. He broke the rites when he spoke to her. He should have chased her where she stood. That was the true way.
More land passed beneath his legs. Walk on until varl instincts were left behind.
Brigands held no interest to him, their presence [...]
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Bolverk knew this sensation. It seared and held on tight, digging as deeply as it could, and he roared in unexpected pain.
The little arrow wasn’t so buried in his shoulder after all; Bolverk sat upright and nearly dislodged it from its place. He shrugged the thin frost off his bare arms, covering them in his bearskin cloak and growled, expecting a fight.
Finding a girl.
Her feet were solid in the deep snow, and her face showed no signs of intimidation. A bear would retaliate against the attack, Bolverk knew, but her bow faced the ground and she made no further effort to draw. In this ice-quiet place, sounds muffled by peaceful snow, Bolverk was at a loss for how to respond. He grasped the arrow, tearing it out of his skin.
“Your arrows are weak.”
“My aim is worse,” she said back, rigid as any tree in the clearing. “I’m not cut out for hunting. Thought I’d give it a try.”
“A bear,” his unused voice growled, “would have eaten you.”
“No,” she stated, “but it’s unlikely I would be eating bear. Hopefully there are other creatures to hunt in the forest that I am more accustomed to.”
She wasn’t as young as she seemed, with her hair tucked back with ribbon and her arms wrapped in thick leathers. The girl, though a woman after all, shrugged at him. “You’re not a bear.”
“You know so little, girl. I’m more bear than varl. And you’re no hunter. A tiny human has no hope of hunting either.”
“Clearly.” Her gaze dropped to the pack slung across her shoulder and rustled around to [...]
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He hadn’t even left a letter. There was merely an absence where he was, a hollow where he and their marriage vows might have been. She had heard it from other people, and eventually from her father. If the story was true, it was improbable.
“He had broken his nose, you see, and they say he was weak and prone when the menace found him…”
Folka did not see how a broken nose could be so debilitating as to cause an end of life. If he had run away from this town and their future together, he should have been able to run from the brigands just as easily.
Either way, he was not coming back, and the story seemed to hurt more than the reality of it all. She forgot all but the parts that stung, and kept those inside and quiet. There was work to do.
Father was not so old, but years of cold hardship had weathered him like the trees he cut down. Folka, being of sturdier build, was accustomed to her share of the work, whether it was felling or transport of the lumber, or the things in the house that needed to be done. They ate the same food almost every night, because it was easy enough to acquire and prepare, and neither of them had much in the ways of cooking. Her calloused hands held the wooden utensils, the caricatures of better-crafted cutlery made with the limited skill of a family who had rarely encountered any. She wondered if [...]
Hogun and Mogun are two identical twins. Their weapon of choice happens to be the axe. That happens to be the extent of their likeness as from that point onward they have different ideas on most things including battle. Despite both having differing opinions on almost everything they are still brothers and will always have each others back in battle.
Despite their smaller weapons, these two brothers are both adept at dealing a lot of damage to their enemies using their axes and their battlefield cunning as Thrashers.
Archers can deal a ton of damage at range as well as provide some interesting choices on the battlefield. With their great range, you can pick apart weaker enemies or you can choose to try and break down the bigger targets.
Archer abilities include setting traps for enemies. These traps can consist of setting a small area on fire or even placing a hidden trap that will stop an enemy in its tracks. Use your archers wisely as they need to make use of their range and keep enemies at a distance so that they can stay safe.
You can choose to focus your archers in to one of these unique classes:
Siege Archer — shoots fiery arrows that hit an area
Sky Striker — traps tiles, shooting enemies that pass through the tile
Eagle Eye — can hit multiple targets in a line
You can learn more about Archers by visiting the classes page.
Tryggvi is a well-known character in his town where he is mostly avoided due to his raucous nature. But, there’s no denying his weight in combat as a skilled spearman, and you’re a wise man to engage his services to fight on your side.
Well known in his home town, for being the guy you hope doesn’t sit next to you in the mead house, or is yelling loudly in the middle of the night or building a collection of spears far more numerous than most men would need in a lifetime. He spends a fair amount of time by himself.
Learn more about Trggvi by visiting our characters page.
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The dredge are an ancient race of enemies who have clashed with men and varl since earliest memory. They were pushed into the icy wastes of the north centuries ago through the weaving ways of the Valka and have been kept largely at bay by the varl, but they’re starting to reappear again in number…
Dredge in-game represent the largest combat challenge as you will often be pitted against these colossal stone-like beings with strength that far outmatch even the most heroic vikings under your banner. Deploy the characters strategically and lead your caravan wisely as it’s often times brains and not brawn that may put you in a position to help them survive.
You’ll encounter many varieties of dredge in your journeys within The Banner Saga. Get prepared for combat on January 14th 2014.
We just unveiled another character from the game — Sigbjorn, a drunken varl warrior who players will stumble (depends on their drink of choice) across.
As always the case you should never underestimate a varl warrior and the same is true for Sigbjorn as long as he’s sober.
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Krumr is the epitome of a warrior having survived many wars and battles. This veteran is thought to be one of the best fighters around and though he is older now he still can contribute on the battlefield.
Learn more about all of our characters here.