If Iewaelle will return, we can’t be sure if it would be from the body she has now, or from some other source, so we might as well drag her corpse with us. Our sister, on the other hand, we really need to apologize to. We cost her a finger with what we did, and worried our wife greatly. We have to see if any of the “sacrifices” are still alive, as well. And then, regardless of anything else, we need to leave. Back though the cold, though this time we can take the longer, safe, route, and back to town where we can get a warm meal, and sell off the pieces of the armor to the highest bidders. One each, of course, and keeping three for ourselves, just in case.
((Sorry i have been so long. Life came knocking on my door with a sledgehammer and an army))
(don't worry about it, just deal with thing as best you.)
"I'm sorry about this i didn't mean for you to get hurt.
This shouldn't of cost you a finger." you tell Ilerie as you warp her hand.
"Well it has and it's not your fault, i chose to come. Dot tell be i didn't know there would be danger.
I've got off lightly." llerie points to Iewaelle corpse.
After bandaging up the cut to Æstrid's shoulder
You take a closer look at the sacrifices, hopeing that some of them are still alive.
As your fingers feel them there ice cold, body's frozen solid as if they have been dead for days not minutes.
"Peter, what do we do about Iewaelle?" She asks
"We take her body with us, i'd bet money we'll be seeing her again."
"and the armour?"
"We need to split it up, well most of the parts, i fancy that dagger, so we each take a piece for our self's and we sell of the rest."
You check down stairs to find the undead warriors awaiting.
"She just stopped moveing!, struggling like mad one moment, an then like this!" the risen corpse that you recall is Ayioness shouts at you.
The iron woman lies limp on the floor.
You soon gather up what supply's you can find and start on the long road back.
Back though the cold, it's a long road and the path is twisting up and down the snow covered hills.
As you reach the outskirts town, you part ways with the once dead warriors and leave the mute girl with Crauverra.
The town, well town is putting it generously, it's more a few shacks inside the walls of an old hill fort, it's people are scrape a living by hunting and trapping the few scrawny animals .
Your choice but to settle for the only tavern, a dirty and smelly place, the bar man soon gives you room and a meal.
Sell off the pieces of the armor to the highest bidders is difficult, there's little market for armour, and you get the idea people think that you may of stolen the armour.
But your willing to take there low bids, it's far safer then to revel the armors true power or origins.
Apart from the three parts you keep, one each.
You keep a well worn dagger, it leather grip with silver wire wrapped, the gold hilt set with blue lapis.
Æstrid takes a small gold bracelet, but Ilerie out does you both.
The helmet is ridiculously extravagant, fully enclosed with a hawk shaped mask, a bevor with a skull like set of gold teeth.
It's sides are home to a pair of wide wing shaped ornaments, and a shoulder length aventail made from feather shaped scales, finishes it.
Your in the middle of your third drink, it's some kind spiced cider, it's fowl to swallow and it test the limits of your stomach and liver on the way down.
"Brother, Æstrid, it's time, it been interesting this adventure but"
she taps her fingers, a new three beat "I have responsibility's, i need to get back to my holdings.
Oh don't look so sad brother, what is a finger against such a tale? Sorceress, The man eating amazons of a frozen wasteland, Army's of summoned from beyond the grave, Towers of ice, Evil priests, Battles with liveing armour.
And i have proof for it all. - she raise her maimed hand and the helmet.-
No i need to be the lord of the my lands now, it's been too long since i was.
Your both welcome any time there, so come visit."
Your sad to see her go but shes right, she does have responsibility's.
It's two weeks later, in the town of Fairdeen when you finally wave good by to her.
Your in the middle of lunch when a visitor with a request interrupts you...
They ask for your help in..
1 Raiding a rival Stronghold.
2 A Prison Break to free someone.
3 Help Deliver a cargo across dangerous waters .
4 Assist with the "total legal" transfer of goods between ships.
5 Escorting an important person.
Name : Peter Hudsley
Description : A short man, dark-haired man in simple farmer's clothes.
Gender: Male
Health: Fine
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Possessions
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Cassiteride bowel ripper sword,(Mothers) serrated back with a Aquilonian eagles head pommel.
Ash recurve bow (broad-head arrows)
Red padded jacket with short sleeves.
Iron lamellar vest
Single Split Vambrace
Snake crested helm (enclosed)
Mail gloves
Battle axe
Bronze snake belt (protects vs poison)
Map
Your mother's livery collar, Ostgres noble, Enchanted as Amulet of Iron
Plain pottery jar
Iewaelle's body
Mother
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Ostgren noble?
Served as a Aquilonian cavalry officer?
Loot
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Cash 12 hire guide?
Name : Æstrid the red
Description : A muscular woman with short fiery red hair and sapphire blue eyes.
A scar stretches from the bottom of the left cheek and up to the bone above.
On the other side a broken cheekbone that makers her right eye droop slightly.
Gender: Female
Health: Fine
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Possessions
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Long mail coat
Splinted vambraces and greaves
Fur cloak
2 handed war axe
Horned Svinfylking helmet
Short sword
Painted round shield
Crossbow and bolts
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Topic: From an age undreamed of. II (SG) (Read 23371 times)