Lady Ingrid

“You think addressing me in my mother tongue will somehow aid me in forgetting that you Asmund Kolbeck owe a great dept to me which must be repaid” Hissing like a battle ready viper, Rasputin slithered over to Ingrid, the smell of decay followed briskly behind. “She,” His skeletal fingers wrapped around Ingrid’s pale neck and gripped tightly,”will do nicely.”

In the post apocalyptic pagen world of Gareant, Ingrid thought her life was complete upon meeting her beloved husband Asmund Kolbeck, war hero, Lord and the holder of dark secrets that would soon be the undoing of young Ingrid. The war may be over, but the real evil still lurks in the streets.