Nerd In the North IX – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Seven days. It only took seven goddamn days on the road for the forest to explode with the sound of steel clashing and grunts of men locked in battle. And here Greg was, whining about…
Author’s Note: I don’t know what the fuck to tell you. It’s like these rolls are determined to turn Greg into Link. I honestly have no idea how or why it keeps coming up Legend of Zelda.Nerd In the North X – o – o – o – o – o – o – o…
Nerd In the North VII Greg stood at the treeline, arm cocked back, ready to launch the stick for what felt like the millionth time. The forest loomed behind him, a wall of dark pines dusted with fresh snow, their branches creaking softly in the cold breeze. He glanced down at Ash, the bear cub…
Nerd In the North VI “Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior’s heart,” Greg sang, his voice carrying through the crisp northern air. He leaned back against the repaired gate as he sat on the ground, the rough wood digging into his spine through his thin clothes. The white sword at his side pulsed gently,…
Nerd In the North V Gwenna’s boots crunched through the thin layer of frost that coated the ground, her breath misting in the crisp afternoon air. The village of Frostfall bustled around her, a cacophony of familiar sounds that had been the backdrop of her life for as long as she could remember. The clanging…
Nerd In the North IV It had been hours. Hours. Greg Veder had been trudging through the snow-blanketed forest for what felt like an eternity, his shoes sinking into the powdery white bullshit. The boy’s legs burned, each step feeling like he was wearing concrete boots instead of his drenched wet sneakers. Hours. It had…
Nerd In the North II – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – “N-n-not s-s-sick at all,” Greg muttered to himself, his voice shaking as violently as the rest of him as he trudged through the snow. “T-t-totally not s-s-sick at all.” He’d been trudging through these woods…
Nerd In the North III Greg knelt there in the snow, shaking, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps that had nothing to do with the cold. The sword hung limp in his hand, the blade still stained with the blood of the men he had just… He knew he couldn’t stay there, on his…
Here is a Celestial Grimoire fic, one where Greg Veder (one year before canon Worm) is dropped Beyond The Wall.I will not be basing rolls of wordcount. I will be basing them off milestones. As of now, Greg was granted a starting roll.Nerd In the North I There were many days that Greg Veder would…
