[Cards] Nimblewrap Roll (Patreon)

Small. Weak. No use for a stunted giant. Barely over men's height.

Yrsa heard as much—and worse—when they taunted her with the fallen jarl's hatchet. She remembered it as a trinket in her father's hand, yet it was large enough she had to hold it as an ill-balanced battleaxe. So she was cast out, stripped of her birthright.

They'd said her father stood tall enough to drive thunderclouds to the earth, so she danced with the mists he left below. She carved the haze into flowing forms with each swing revealing its unseen patterns, the ends of the hatchet's new grip trailing behind her.

Size. Strength. Tradition. All things her new, flowing art would fell.