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The turn to the bushes, there just bushes big enough to hide an army in there foliage.
But you catch the glint of silver in your eye, a flash of rivets from a stained an ripped brigantine
"I see you.." you call out as you start to grin.
"Shh you Ironwhats it over here! come on quick!"
Theres a woman crouched in the bush nearest you, the good news is you recognize her.
It'd be hard not to, she's a hard woman to forget the sight of.
Pale with long black hair plated tight an braided with silver rings, her hazel eyes and that scar running down the left of her brow above her left eye, an down to a twisted lip below.
You move closer to she her better an hear a distant hunting horn blow.
That make you push your way in the bush, down in the leaves beside her.
She throws a dirty green cloak over the both of you.
Horse hoof's hammer the distant mud squishing, as the riders wheel, leave
Your both quite for a long minutes until she breaks the quiet.
"I see you made it, ouh that must of been a right nasty blow" she remarks on your blacked eye
"well course it hurt and thank your for that, um ah " you point at her scratching your head.
"Skafla, Skafla the Skull taker"
"oh yes, you where the one offering people coins there heads in advance" you tap your head
"I'm still rather attached to it."
You remember the bad, you'd divided up the army, an she was well in the fools an lunatics, the men that think them self into the forms of beast in battle, fools that thing them self gods.
She'd ranted something about her god needing skulls, an was crazy enough to offer any man money on there word alone that she could have there head if they fell in battle.
In all your long years you've never meet a man that would otherwise see the next summer, count on there own death in battle.
"An no i don't care if your offer stands, it's my head an i plan on keeping it."
The spend the night both half sleeping in cold under the bush, waiting until daylight.
In the early dawn light you make good time, stopping only to eat a few berry's for breakfast an lunch.
It's late in the when you reach the safety of a friendly towns gates.
Counting what coins you had stashed away, you find that once you've brought a cloak an few other vitals you will be flat broke.
You need money but how to get it?:
A) A local merchant is looking for more guards for his caravans.
B) A group of near by farmers wants some mean wolf pack killing.
C) A local priest is seeking some one to help remove a holy relic from some unbelievers hands and bring it to them.
D) As the caravans are so under-guarded some one like you strong enough to claim there goods could make them self wealthy extremely fast.
As you finish the last of your drink you look at Skafla, while she hasn't said it, she's following you.
Perhaps here would be a good time to go your separate ways?
Description : Grizzled old veteran, stocky and broad shouldered with a permanent frown on his tired face. Scars adorn his face and arms. Wears scuffed plain clothes, his shins and legs are protected with sun faded an tattered breeches. Tazamir had grey eyes, and a silvery mane of long hair with a bushy beard.
Gender: Man
Equipment:
Weapon: War axe
A stout war axe with spiralling inlaid silver bands, a sharp axe blade and short pyramid shaped hammer face on the rear.
Description : Pale with long black hair plated tight an braided with silver rings, her hazel eyes and that scar running down the left of her brow above her left eye, an down to a twisted lip below.
Gender: Woman
Equipment:
Weapon: Knife
Armour: brigantine, a once cream coloured brigantine that's now stained a ripped in places.