Articles by Brynjar Threist

“Hello mother, father.” Brynjar greeted his parents as they stepped out onto the surface of Islimore. It was the first time either of them had stepped foot on the lands of their ancestors, though they were far from where their ancestors called home, it was the closest they had been in...

On the road to the North. The camp had been devastated. Aelin attacked. Hundreds of lives lost. The smell of death still lingered, as they marched the way to North. It had been decided by the Alphas that they needed to head North, they needed to find a new place before the humans came back in...

2 weeks after the construction of Medelwr and Heddwch Brynjar was coated in a thin layer of sweat. His body was glistening and he was hard at work chopping firewood and construction pillars. The renovations to his ancestral home were slow going. Clan Threist moved from the halls centuries ago...

BOOM! The ancient halls of Clan Threist were rocked by an explosion that happened within. Wood creaking and threatening to splinter, this was clearly not the first explosion to happen within the wooden structure. Brynjar was blasted against the wall, wind knocked out of his lungs as he grunted...

The advice from the strangers had proven solid and reliable, it took several for Brynjar to reach the entrance of the cave but with a solid ten or more hours straight sleeping, he was able to move at a much faster pace. His skin was sunburnt and his body had lost a fair amount of water weight...

It’s been… How long has it been? It couldn’t have been more than a moon cycle, could it? Time was hard to judge when he was so focused on travelling and reaching his destination. The desert lands were a long trek. It was a much harsher environment than the forest. While Islimore was home to many...

Hiking through the woods was easy, the wolf in him wanted to be freed and run around but Brynjar resisted, he needed to think over the revelations that had come up recently. Learning more about Glwyn, Gwyfr and Cölled, as well as learning about how things had changed and history had been twisted...

The crypt was freezing. It was clear that the ground hadn’t felt the kiss of the sun in many centuries. Even though there was a light summer breeze above ground, his breath fogged like it was a harsh winter in the crypt. There was a slight unnatural feel to it all, something that had Brynjar on...

“Tell me again about the axe.” “It was forged for Glwyn, the first Alpha of Clan Threist and legendary hero of old supposedly. The story goes that Glwyn sought the Gods out for a weapon that could be used to maintain peace and protect those he cared about, he wanted a weapon that would last...