Stalker

Throughout the years…Midgard wasn’t ever really a sunshine and rainbows world. But after Baldir’s demise, Fimblwinter turned an already rather harsh environment into a frozen hell.

One that was bound remain for an indefinite number of time. As you wander across The Frozen canyons of Midgard, tracing snow-covered forests. You come across a rather grizzly sight.

Dead raiders, Both Warriors, and Scouts, suspended from elevated positions, like the peak of cliffs of the ceilings of tunnels…Arrows, arrows not belonging to the raiders lodged through their heads, or their throats.

Of course, every hell has to have its demons…

You decide to turn back navigating yours ways through the tight tunnels. But it seems like your travels lead you nowhere. Only more massacres were discovered.

Some of the dead raiders even resurrected as Draugr and attacked you. But they were dealt with…

As you come upon a rather steep, but climable edge of a hill. And begin to ascend, a sharp pain shoots through your body. A harpoon that was fired to you from before, yanks you back down to the ground quite painfully.

Before you land beneath the legs of a ‘Stalker.’ A female Huntress Stalker. She curses you in old Norse before stomping down at you with her hooves.

You manage to escape her clutches, albeit, not without struggle. Looks like you’ve found the culprit of those massacres. What stands before you is a half human-half elk creature. With long, thick dreads suspending down the her back. And a Vitiligo skin tone.

*The ignites her arrows, setting them ablaze before drawing them onto her bow