The Houndsman

After serving two terms in the Iron Army's Building Division, Flint Woodson is done with it all. With his four-legged friend at his side, he wants nothing more than to find a remote settlement, work as a guard or a builder, and find a wife. He doesn't care about filling his remaining nodes with Skill Stones or wasting his life looking for a Class. Wyldbloods like him aren't destined for greatness. But the realm is at war. The Fae are sick of humankind violating their treaties, their Wyld armies taking to the fields.

Flint thought over a decade in the Iron Army's Building Division gave him enough experience to complete the life quest. He was wrong. Restoring the Slumbering Fort and awakening proved no challenge for a man of his talents. However, protecting it and Lea's Slumber from looming threats is an entirely different story. The first two attacks were minor. Now more formidable threats are on the way. Fortunately, Flint has his pack and the Woodson Council by his side. When the Iron Army returns and the Wyld inevitably arrives, they'll need to work together.

Lost. Crippled. Alone. The defences, army, and pack Flint built are safe on the Iron Disk. Flint is not. Flint gave everything to save his home, believing his life was forfeit. He was wrong. Now, he's stuck in an alien world of forever night. Cannibalistic vikings and draugr plague the land. An eldritch, world-devouring god floats in the sky. Despite the loss of a limb, Flint must fight and find a way home. If not for himself, for the young woman and puppies that got trapped in the dangerous world with him.

Flint might be safe and amongst his people, but the Woodson lands and the Iron Disk no longer feel like home. He was only away for half a year, but close to a decade has passed for his people. New ruling structures have formed. The pack's alliance has shifted, and the Woodson Fort has flourished. The council he gathered to advise him has now replaced his position as ruler. Flint might have started it all, but now he might as well be an outsider. This loss is the least of Flint's concerns. Oth, the Devourer of Worlds, haunts Flint's dreams.