Icaron

Spells of the North Once he has won wealth enough, A man should not crave for more: What he saves for friends, foes may take; Hopes are often liars. ~ The Hávamál, words of the High One. The wind shrieked with terrible fury as it pounded its fists against the earth and timber walls of the long hall. The heavy main door bowed slightly with the force of the gale that raged outside, its thick iron hinges groaned in protest. Waves crashed heavily on the rocky shore below the precipice on which the hall was perched. The sound of rope snapping was audible over the scream of the winds as a short dragon ship rent itself free of its m