1. Venla Thiel

    Private The Boar King

    The yard bathed in white. Dawn crept in thin and colorless. Mist lay low and woolly, wrapping horse and man alike in a damp hush. Leather creaked as saddles were checked and tightened. Bits rang between square teeth. The young stableboy murmured to the restless horses, his breath as visible as...
  2. Venla Thiel

    A Letter to home

    The letter is plain, written on a single sheet of coarse, yellow paper. Venla’s hand is careful but unpracticed. The letters lean slightly, some taller than the rest, others crowded close as the pen reached the edge of the paper earlier than expected. The lines wander a little instead of staying...
  3. Venla Thiel

    Open The more I see, the less I know for sure.

    There's always that voice in the back of her head. It lived in the back of her skull, past the daylight of common sense. It murmured to her. Of things waiting to be unearthed. Of knowledge older than books, older than prayer, older than the first piece of metal pulled from the mountain’s ribs...
  4. Venla Thiel

    Dare What is dead may never die

    Astenvale monastery, dormitories The dream came again. The dream always began the same way. Venla stood by a lake, though it was no longer a lake. The water stretched on forever, like a vast black mirror. The stars hung too low, too close, vast and ancient and wrong, pulsing faintly like dying...
  5. Venla Thiel

    Dare Primroses

    Somewhere near Astevale Monastery The sun spilled like honey across the meadow, thick and golden and slow. A breeze stirred the tall grasses, sending ripples through the wildflowers as if the earth itself were breathing. Dragonflies hovered and darted, their wings catching the light in flashes...
  6. Venla Thiel

    Dare Wild Strawberries

    Somewhere near Astevale Monastery There was no reason to take notice of the woman sleeping on the sun-warmed jetty, unless you were the curious sort. Or a dragonfly. Or the kind of woodland spirit that still lingered in old green corners of the world. The forest lake opened up in front of the...
  7. Venla Thiel

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Astenvale Monastery, at last. The damp air here tasted of greenery and living things, soil and bark. Venla stopped at the crest of the slope, boots muddy to the ankle. Her green dress was muddied near the hem with the stubborn dirt of the roads and damp with dew. The sleeves pushed back to her...
  8. Venla Thiel

    Private Dust in the Wind

    “They say there’s a stone in the grove past Hallmund's field that won’t touch the earth no more. Just hangs there, a hand’s height above the ground... spinning real slow." The tavern was crowded by dusk, full of heat, breath and noise. Ale sloshed. Laughter cracked sharply across the big hall...
  9. Venla Thiel

    Open Up in flames [M]

    Trigger warning: violence, gore, death, attempted sexual assault The first thing Venla felt was pain. Sharp and pounding somewhere deep inside her skull. She blinked and grimaced at the bright daylight flashing as she opened her eyes. The world was a blur of mud, blood, and black smoke. The...
  10. Venla Thiel

    Private Crule

    "Crule (crew-ell): to shiver with cold" The ground curled and cracked, ridden by the tjäle like a mare. The snow melted, and where it didn't melt away completely, the crust became hard. Hard enough to walk on and not leave any footprints behind. The icicles grew longer and longer under the...
  11. Venla Thiel

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    No leaves were more beautiful than those with frozen drops of dew. Frozen is also the ground. Hard as a rock, no pick or shovel could turn it now. She breathes quietly. Every time the sun went down, it struck her how big life was and how lonely it was. She shivered a little and wrapped her cloak...
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    Venla Thiel

    What can be said about a simple woman who has not done any great deeds or witnessed any epic events? Venla is from a modest background. Her parents were smallfolk, without any notorious family name or impressive resources. She was born and raised in a small village and has never been outside...
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