Tyrgrim

After wrestling with a spirit, Vaalea made her way to the Prancing Pony. Her normally clean boots were mud-caked for running in the swamps, she had many twigs pointing out of her messy hair and there were large bite marks on her throat that were still bleeding. Yet she didn’t seem to mind any of this while she strode through the town. By the time she arrived at the tavern she was so irritated by her ordeals, that her conversation with poor Bjorstein who just happened to stand there, consisted mostly of wordless snarling.

Vaalea laid on her back upon a field of newly born grass, staring at the darkening sky and the emerging stars. Her hand rested on her chest, holding the wooden piece she had found from the bottom of the river a few days prior. She lifted it up against the sky and her eyes trailed the strange runes carved into it’s surface. She then lifted her other hand next to the wooden piece, and her gaze shifted into the cup of her palm. The wound in it appeared sickly and swollen, despite her great efforts to clean it and heal it.

Jarnsalr. The Mead Hall of Tyrgrim, Hofding of the Companions and... also a great brute in her opinion. He had opened the door to each of them much like his welcoming arms, each hand holding a horn of mead to share. She had felt at ease in that Hall and so it was no surprise that she found herself there quite often. 

The Mead Company had been formed, each companion with unique qualities that would prove useful along the way towards the Misty Mountains. With her worth now proven, she drew the attention of the Northmen...

Tyrgrim slowly reaches out a hand to stroke a lock from the side of her face.

When dawn had come the men and woman of The Mead Company had risen and began their search for the Beorning Mead which they had come to the Misty Mountains in search of. Through cold snow the marched and whilst the morning was still young they had found some wooden wreckage held up in the snow near a frozen lake. They began to dig with their bare hands but they found naught but a corpse. It was then when they had decided to call a vote, to go on in search of their mead or turn back.

History...