Solveig and the Heralds of Summer's Return reached at the Shrine of Everbloom (shrine to Milani).
"You want us to fight a dragon at the top of the clock tower to help the Iron Guard re-take the city without a dragon breathing death down upon them, create a distraction to draw the Winter Guard away from guarding Baba's hut, oh, and just rescue some opera singer while we're at it!! WTF Solveig!!???"... "Yes Ma'am".
Diary of Zaaz Bloodfortune:
Raised in the north I was, but the cold of this land do be getting to me. Not the cold of the weather, but of the people. Most of the people we speak to here are cold and detached. Mean spirited as the white witches who rule them. Bits of warmth here and there like the dying embers of a cold fire, but largely the ashes and memories of a time of comfort before….
To town we came, stories all set, ready to dazzle the guards as Stilyagi and such. In the end, our stories largely fell apart, but the wind of passion blew on one of the embers of this cold place and we met Greta. One of the Winter Wolves in human form, Greta took a liking to good Yoska and waved us though with the promise of future warmth shared. In we went with our cart, gear and hiding ones to deliver the food we had promised Ringeirr we would assist with. Most of the way to our destination and we soon came across something strange. Mirror-men they are called, and they work for the witches in control of this town. Strange constructs they are with a face of a mirror and body of grey. Lucky for us we saw inspection coming before it saw us, and we managed to get to safety before it inspected the wagon. Ringarr made it through with him already having papers. We dropped off the food and went to see Morton, the forger about papers of our own. A close call on the way with Ice Trolls and a locked door, but Dalomar managed to get the door open quickly so we could slide in.
Talking with Morton after digging him out of hiding, we managed to get him working on papers for us all. He started with Yoska first so he could go out to pump his new she-wolf friend.. For information of course you voices. What did you think I meant… ahhh.. hahaha… you think I phrased it blindly, ha. Now shush, a story I be telling here. The rest of us stayed and rested at Mortons. I called a little favor from the spirits to help the quality of his work while Dalomar studied the art of forging with much interest.
The next morning, after a bit of a hairy night, Yoska wandered back yawning and smiling. Good for you Yoska, blow those embers to fire… Greta is wanting to be able to stay longer as a human and not just in the Howling. Yoska has promised to try to help her as she helps us. Perhaps he be taken with her snarls in the night.. ha.. Yoska did find for us that the hut is chained in the main square. The guards have difficulty as all around it a forest be growing most strangely. From day to night they cut back the forest, but still it grows and grows quick.
Soon we left Mortons on our way to visit a friend of Ringeirr, leader of the cult of Melani. Fortune though is always strange lately. Somehow, on the way, I came to buy a slave. Owned by and running from his owner, Corgan, I saw the one in question quickly approaching. Corgan told us the slave had stolen food from his master and in a right fettle he was to extract punishment from the slaves hide. Unable to sit back and just watch, my heart being too soft for that, in a blink I found I had bought the slave. One hundred and twenty five pieces of gold gone and owning another person. It do be a lot of money, but is that really all the cost of one’s freedom and future? A sad world this… Sad, sad world. As we went along I decided for now to leave him with Ringierr for now with his papers and instructions to free him at the earliest opportunity. For now, we can-no take the time to see to that.
Onward we went till we encountered more Mirror-Men. A pair of the shinny fellows we met and they waved us on. I felt though that one of them seemed to be looking suspicious like at us. Soon we realized they would quickly report in on us unless we took action, so action we took. Dalomar sprang into action and slammed into one as Sadobras charged up on his cat. Fighting back and forth we battled in the street. Sadobras’s cat went down, it shook off my hex of misfortune as if it were naught, and the fight went on. Finally spilling into a nearby bar we did finish the creation off and quickly left the scene.
On to a bathhouse we went and down through secret ways we did go. Finally to the House of the Heralds of Summers Return. A good name I am thinking this. With great respect and kind words we met the leader of the heralds and those who worship Melani, Solveig Ayrdahl. Seeing to our comfort we then met with her to discuss our charge. Nazena Vaziliovna is in charge of the defense of the hut. Nazena again is our foe. She leads a small army that guards the hut and fight the encroach of the forest growing strangely around it. To get to it Solveig thinks we will need a good distraction. She will offer the use of the Iron Guard to make such a distraction, but worries that without some way to deal with the White Dragon Drolavich, it will be a useless task.
So now here we sit, discussing attacking a white dragon in a fortified clock tower to kick off an uprising and rescue the opera singer Bella Belevrica (likely paramour of Solveig I am thinking) so we can steal the living artifact of a legendary Witch queen. It seems mere weeks ago I struggled to use my hexes and plied the roads as a merchant, and now I and my wonderful companions be planning the death of a mighty beast and a caper of theft likely to be legendary in its own right. Our lives have taken a turn into deeper waters and I pray to the jabbering sprits for our success….
Fire….. Ice…. Embers……
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| The Howlings |
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| Ringeirr |
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| Greta |
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