Hjörvarðr - Vinícius Ferreira Arruda

The smithy was noisy those days. Each blow from the hammer filled the air of the village and there was quite a lot of hammering for weeks. ...

 This is obviously not a blade, as you can tell by looking at it, but I like to make some pieces of armor sometimes and this is a piece I ...

Once I saw a king on his own funeral. His people were not sad, they weren't grieving for his death. I didn't understand at the time,...

I remember that day as if it was this very morning. The fog was already vanishing away as the light of the summer could be seen rising red l...