Lydia Thorsdottar

You stagger to your feet, your axe still dripping with the blood of your foes. It leaves a red dotted trail in the snow as you walk. Looking around you see that none of Ivarr's warband, which you are a member, survived the ambush. Hoki's group of thieving bandits must have thought you dead. You kneel in the snow, you breath steaming around your face. Without thought you yank out the arrow in your thigh and quickly bind the wound. Then you hear movement behind you. You spin around with your axe raised in defiance when you see her. Gold armor, red feathery wings on her helm, and a long sword on her mailed fist. This is no battle maiden from Hoki's ragged band. She is something else entirely.