Graylorne
Archmage
Eidungruve was an obscenity. The rows of rotting heads had served as meals for the ravens, but there were too many of them to eat all. 'Ullr aid me,' said Tuuri softly. He fixed his eyes on the clear sky and marched inside. Here, it was even worse. To the right lay a heap of bodies, mostly female, some of them had been dead for quite some time. Inside the longhouse, most of the men were drunk and in various states of unreadiness. Only the Warchief, Tarkynn Vulf, sat in the high chair, looking as fresh as ever.
The above text one of my beta readers found borderline too graphic.
I'm writing for all ages (15+, that is) and I would like your opinions. Is this really too explicit?