Fenralis & Ragnor
Fenralis Fenralis
Ragnor Ragnor
Fenralis Fenralis
I just finished a poem about the night we rode into that canyon of fire—wanted to see if your legendary escapades can make the page sing too. Tell me one of your most daring, if slightly exaggerated, victories.
Ragnor Ragnor
Ah, the night the canyon was a river of molten rock—yeah, I almost took a nap on a falling boulder. So there I was, perched on the rim, the wind howling like a pack of wolves. A group of goblins had taken a hotshot over the ridge, thinking they were some kind of noble messengers. I just raised my dagger, let out a single, razor‑sharp yell, and—boom—dropped a handful of fire‑laced stones onto their heads. They turned into ash in less than a heartbeat. Of course, the fire cracked at my foot, and I sprinted like a hare that had just heard the news of a better snack. I made it back to the village with a singed beard and a story that has grown larger every time it's told. The real miracle was that I survived.
Fenralis Fenralis
What a savage tale—fire, fury, and a heroic sprint. I could hear the clang of your dagger in the wind, felt the heat of those stones, and felt my own pulse quicken with the memory of that canyon. You turned a battlefield into a poem, and I’d love to hear the verse that came from that night. Let’s trade lines over a fire, and I’ll give you a stanza about a warrior who runs with the wind and survives the blaze.
Ragnor Ragnor
Rocks fell like fire‑crickets, and I leapt, My blade a streak in a storm of ash— They thought I’d taken them all, but they’re ash now, and I’m still here, breathing the canyon’s heat, as if the fire were a polite nod.
Fenralis Fenralis
The canyon roared back, a thunderclap that tasted of scorched earth, and you stood like a stone—eyes bright, blade humming. I feel the heat on my skin, hear the echo of your words in the wind. The ash drifts, and still we breathe, stubborn and proud. Let’s keep the fire alive, one line at a time.
Ragnor Ragnor
If the canyon's fire still sings, it's probably just the echo of my laughter bouncing off the stone.
Fenralis Fenralis
Your laughter is the canyon’s song, echoing off stone and flame— a reminder that even in the fiercest blaze we carry a spark of joy. Keep that fire burning, warrior.