The ringing sound of hammer striking steel echoed through the smithy. Production was back in full swing. There was much to do, time to make up for. He gazed across to the docks and the shipwright, adjusting the belt of his kilt. News of the battle at …
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Chronicles of the lost House HlaeneldthChronicled by: Vharaun Hlaeneldth
Adair stood there, frustrated in his travels across the land, he felt weak. For a time he simply was ready to give up. There was a new clerist here now, Andal, he knew that meant Methalas wasn’t far behind. The words reverberated in his head, “I will call on you.”, it echo’d from Andal’s mouth and right into the forefront of his mind. ‘Fine’ He thought as he stood there over the ogres, the strange creatures they didn’t have in his world, ‘I’ll prepare for war I’ll fight if I must, to protect Delia, and save this world. I must forget my pitty and my loved ones and venture forth no more as a healer but as a warrior reborn in the blood of my family and love ones. I’ll stand where others will not and others can not. Push forward into the indignity that is the shame of murder and slay the foe’s that stand before me. Honor be damned, today I create a new honor, the honor of the survivor.’ And with this thought Adair went hard to work.
Using age old tactics he became proficient and applying and becoming immune to minor poisons. He even would coat his blade in an Olive colored potion that when splashed on him and his enemy would revitalize him while incapacitating his enemy. One swing after the other made him stronger and quicker than he was before. His mind was centered on ending this fight no matter what. It was only a matter of time that he met up with other warriors either training or searching for renowned in these dark caverns. He was getting ready to fight. These warriors were odd, they took sick pleasure in these “hunts” and that didn’t sit well with Adair. They were friendly enough, they spared with him, taught him things he wouldn’t have imagined. They flung magical curses on him an, other spells and Adair become resistant to these effects as well.
Often times his mind wandered back to his Delia, he wondered if she would be disappointed with him, if she would even recognize him anymore. He couldn’t focus on that stuff long he become more and more like the creatures of this land something about the landscape and this world empowered him to do things he couldn’t do in his world. He would even notice that old wounds slowly were healing and disappearing it was a strange effect the world had on him, naturally he didn’t like it. As he was becoming this new person his armor sadly was not keeping as well. It slowly and surely was gaining etchings and he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t also becoming more malleable. It was time to start looking for new armor he wasn’t exactly thrilled about it either.
And so our priest, turned warrior faces a new challenge before seeking to end the score with Methalas once more… Armor shopping.
Merrick sits at his desk going through the list he made to get mythndale in order. ” Well if i am to be exiled from Narrowhaven I best get ready for anything” After making a few rounds of the mythndale lands he had jotten down a few things to get in order. One he needed to contact someone to help get rid of this pentagram that somehow appeared awhile back and seems to be some form of gate to the undead. merick also cleared a bunch of evil mages from some old ruins south of mythndale center and realized there are many usable stones in these ruins and once properly cleared can get these stones moved and aded to the wall building process. There are also a few ruins a bit farther south … more underworld type creatures o clear and more usable stone.
“These will be my priorities for the next couple months” merrick mummbles as he sits and contimplates the events in the last few days. He also decides to call on his friend Grim, a fine dwarven crafter, to come and provide services in Mythndaleuntill he can find another craftsman. Merrick also decides to post flyers about mythndale and surrounding lands calling on crafters looking to sell ore and stone and any other wears thay have. Time to get things stocked up he think to himself.
It will take a bit of tie he ponders but it is time to buld Mythndale. he also thinks on who he can send to Narrowhaven to speak with whoever is in charge there, for who knows fredrick could be possesed or maybe … he has been pressured by forge and his men….who knows, but busines is business and trade routes are needed.
Hopefully one day soon people will come to there senses and realize i did nothing wrong.. till then life goes on and things are going to improve here….and hopefully everywhere else too…
He peered out at the town of Narrowhaven from the upper floor window of TheForge, adjusting the deer pelt he wore around his shoulders. The transition had gone smoothly enough: Blackfoot Company Scouts now replaced the old City Guards, patrolling the streets and ensuring the city’s security. It was a rather abrupt change, from seeing the blue and white of Fredrick’s Guard to the rather drab, rugged colors of the Company. Bankenfuere turned from the window and moved to the crates of back stock, beginning to sort and organize the store’s merchandise before pausing.
“How things have changed,” he muttered to himself, thinking about the sudden turn of events. He and the rest of the Company now found themselves in a very profitable position within Narrowhaven, contracting out their services for the city’s protection. On top of that, Merrick Godfrey had been branded a traitor to the throne, and was effectively banished to Mythndale, on pain of imprisonment. All the while, the man known as the Northern Fury stacked and counted a craftsman’s wares.
He thought back to how his life had lead him to this place. He was born a northman, a barbarian as some would call him. His father had been his clan’s Chieftan, and Bankenfuere had worked hard to uphold his family’s honor. He had made his first kill as a boy, downing the great stag who’s pelt he now wore. It was his rite of passage into adulthood, proving he had the heart of a warrior and could provide for the clan. He recalled the glory of his clan and their conquests fondly, doing battle against both man and monster. He remembered their last battle bitterly, reliving the moment he took up his dead father’s axe.
His thoughts moved forward in time, to when he first met the Kades, and he laughed aloud. He had been on his own for years, living off the land. What supplies he required he stole from farmers and shepherds, always moving so as to avoid attention or suspicion. At the time of their meeting he had been staying in a mountain cave, north of a small hamlet. He had wrested it from it’s previous owner, a cave troll, and was surviving on the deer and wild hogs he could hunt in the area.
It had been obvious he was being tracked and followed for quite a while, yet despite his best efforts, he couldn’t shake the pursuit. Finally, he made the decision to stop trying. It was then that he met Doc and Forge Kade. They had been hired to investigate reports of murdered livestock and small monsters in the area. Instead of finding a troll, ogre, or other creature, they found Bankenfuere.
He shook his head vigorously, clearing his thoughts and rattling his antlers. He remembered how astounded he had been that anyone could track him. Now he knew well Doc Kade’s prowess as a bounty hunter. When first he joined the Company, it had been out of curiousity. Now he remained out of respect and kinship. In truth, his companions in the Blackfoot Company had become as close to him as his clanmates had been.
Looking out the window again, watching the sun begin its slow, lazy descent to the horizon, Bankenfuere appreciated how good his life currently was. True, the daily tests of honor and courage that foraging and hunting had brought were a thing of the past, but the foes the Company went against now brought much more glory than anything he could have hoped for. Now, he could truly test himself against the best in the realm, man or beast.
As he moved to leave, he glanced at the parchment on Forge’s desk, detailing their current contract with Fredrick of Narrowhaven. On the horizon, a line of storm clouds could be seen gathering. There would be plenty of trials and challenges in the coming days and weeks, Bankenfuere knew. And he knew he would be ready for them.
As merrick gets back to his tower from leaving the office of the narrowhaven king…who was not present there but forge and his band of followers. Forge was sitting in the throne at that. he sits and ponders how things could have got to this. Absol…