The Frost Barren Lands (IC)

Fortshire- Home of the SeaWolves

"Wolfbane! Swine to the south." A man yelled from his ship a dozen yards from Wolfbane himself. "I see them Oakskin!" He yelled so that his friend could hear across the sound of the waves. The day was sunny and the sky was partly cloudy, which was uncommon in these lands. The Holy Army, as they called themselves, must have seen this as a sign by their false gods to attack. Wolfbane would prove this wrong. "Prepare the sails! We charge at the heart of the enemy." He ordered his troops and stood at the head of the ship. He drew his sword and held it out to the sky. "Prepare the eyes of Orgoth!" As he gave his orders four men began submerging spheres of dry plant life into barrels. When they brought them from the barrels they were covered in a thick black substance. They were approaching the enemy ships fast. Their vessels were a a fifth of that of their enemies but their speed was far greater. The Snjár Ulfr snow wolves were experts of sea combat, their vessels were mean for it. Their enemies however were meant to carry large numbers for land invasion. Ulfbane had found that having such a large number of people on one ship only gave him more joy as he brought them all down into the waters to be dragged down by the naðr.

"Sheilds!" Wolfbane called out as they approached the side of the ships. His men lifted their sheilds covering both sides of the ship as volleys pf arrows fell on them from both the ship they were passing and from those on Oakskin's target. Wolfbane swung his sword in his left hand chopping away at the oars petruding from the vessel. His shield was in his right and did well to keep himself safe from the bites of the arrowheads. "NOW!" He yelled as they met the center of the ship's bow. A wave crashed over them spraying the crew with the tears of the sea as they set flame to Orgoth Tears. The spheres of flame glew brightly through the spray of the ocean, not going out at the touch of the sea water. As the ships passed the men threw the tears through the holes of the oar shafts. Men screamed as sparks of ash flew from the windows, a sign that the explosives had worked. They left the invaders ship behind them as smoke rose from its belly. "Prepare for another pass!" He ordered his men and they did so, their ship cutting through the water at a rate the enemy could never match.

"Look! Oakskin has sent the enemy sinking!" One of the crew members yelled. Sure enough the enemy vessel in the distance was now turned vertically sinking to the ocean floor below. "Good that." Ulfbane said. "Now he can make it to shore and prepare to take on whomever is left to land." He smiled brightly, "Let's make sure he doesn't so much as draw his blade."

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Wolfbane's ship made another pass which turned to be unneeded, the majority of the men aboard had either been burned or were doing whatever necessary to keep the ship afloat. Within half an hour they had returned to land to watch the final moments of the enemy as they went below the sea.

"By the God's Urks invention actually worked!" Wolfbane turned to see Oakskin with his arms out to either side. They met in a embrace of victory. "Haha, I knew it. Never underestimate a pyromaniac when it comes to burning things." They patted each other on the back when they broke apart they slammed their shields together as a final show that they had made it out alive. "Now let us return to our wives and tell them of our victory." Oakskin said and men cheered. Ulfbane laughed with his chest heaving, "I'd like nothing more brother but one of us needs to stay and keep an eye out for more of the bloody intruders."

There was a small roar of complaints as the men heard they would not be returning to their loving wives, or their drinks for the time being. Oakskin patted his friend on the shoulder and spoke in a low tone so that only the two could hear, "Look, we've taken on a small army. Some of my men have arrows to pull from their legs. Let us rest for the day, the guard can keep an eye out, it is their job is it not?" Ulfbane shook his head, "It is against my better judgement, but...I guess we can take a break from war. We leave enough men to man a ship. That way if there is another force we don't look completely unprotected." Oakskin took his hand in a tight grip, "Deal."

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Kyrklands- A Winters Breeze

The wind whistled a defining tone. "A blizzard is coming! Get inside!" A man yelled from the front of his farm to a young boy no older than twelve. The two pushed their way through the wind and into the shelter of their home. As the door closed with a slam the sound of the wind grew quite but from their window they could see that the storm was only growing stronger. A woman came out from another room with a rabbit fur and dish in hand, "What is it? A storm?" The answer to the question was apparent but there was reason to doubt such an event. "A strong one too. I don't know where it came from. It was calm only moments ago." The husband said wiping the snow from his face and gathering wood to throw into the fire. "Do you think it could be..." The woman said and the man stood up, "There is no such thing. Your father was a crazed man to speak of such things as..." "Father, father! Look!" The young boy jumped at the window pointing at the blanket of white outside. The two parents approached him with curious eyes, "What is it Nathan? What did you see?"

The boy simply pointed and as the father looked out he caught the brief glimpse of a figure out about fifty yards walking across a snow covered hill. "A man. There's a man outside." By the time the boy finished speaking the storm grew so thick that nothing could be seen outside. The mom put a hand to her mouth, "It is true? Jacob did you see a man out there too?" The father that she addressed wiped his eyes and looked again. "I saw...something. I don't know what." The woman walked out of the room and came back with a large fur. "Jacob, if there is a man out there you have to help him." She held out the fur but her husband did not take it. "We don't know what we saw. It could be a man, or not. I do know that if I go out there that I will freeze my..." He stopped at the tug of his shirt. He looked down to the boy who held the cloth, "Daddy. You're not going to leave the man out there in the cold are you?" He asked in an innocent voice. The father looked at him and his mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. He stopped and shook his head grabbing the fur from his wife and reaching for the door. "If I do not return, lock the door. We don't know if this man is safe." With that he opened the door and walked out into the storm.

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Kyrklands- Winter Frost

Volkor pushed himself forward with a cane in hand. The snow was beginning to build up and traveling would grow to hard for him to do in his current state. He reached the top of a small hill which he hoped would provide the height needed to look over the nearby land. As he reached the top he heard something, a call. He put his hand over his eyes to block the snow and looked about. "Hey!" He heard a voice but could not pinpoint it's orientation through the cries of the wind. "HEEEEEYYY!" There it was again, this time he saw the silhouette of a figure through the tossing snow. "Hey you! Old man. I bring fur and offer the warmth of my home." Home. Thought the God. 'I must have traveled further south than I meant to. To reach the adobe of a human this early means...' "Hey! I can't stay out here much longer. The door will be blocked by the snow at this rate!" The man yelled through the snow. Volkor only looked at him holding both hands ontop of his walking stick. He spoke in a low voice yet somehow it carried through the sound of the storm, "I feel no prayers from you." He said. "Prayers?" The man repeated confused. He shook his head. "Look, follow me elder, I'll bring you somewhere safe to rest."

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The firewood crumbled in the calm flames. The warmth on Volkor's skin felt good. It had been some time since he had felt the hospitality of man. The woman and man were in the other room, watching as their boy showed the old man his toys. He had a total of two, a wooden sword his father had made him and the carving of a raven they had bought a long time ago. "A raven I see." The man said in a low voice to the boy. He held out a shaky hand and ran his fingers across the smooth wooden wings of the bird. "There is many a myth to this creature. Would you like to hear one?" He asked the boy who shook his head in response. "Well take a seat. I have time to tell."

The woman rested her head on the shoulder of her husband, "You did the right thing." She said. "What? Or stay in the warmth of my lovely home surrounded by those I care about? Noooo, why would I do that?" The woman turned her head giving him a stare, "You know what I mean." She said. He took her hands in his and looked at her in the eye. "You know i could not leave a man in the weather as harsh as that." He pulled her into the other room out of the sight of the man, "Though I think he may be delusional." He said in a whisper. The woman looked towards the other room and then back at her husband, "Delusional? What do you mean?"

The man sighed, "When I approached him. He spoke of prayer. He said, "I feel no prayers from you." What's that supposed to mean?" His wife started to speak but before she could the man gasped, "I see you two are fond of speaking of others behind their backs." The old man said at the entrance of the room. "How did you?" "How did I what? Hear you with my elderly ears?" He shook his head, his long gray hairs hanging from his neck with his hunched back. "I assure you that my ears work far better than yours." He said. The man stood in front of his wife feeling insecure. "What is it you want? Dinner will be served shortly." The woman said in a calm tone. The older man shook his head again, "I do not plan on staying the night. Though I do thank you for your generosity in letting me stay in your home. May the God's shine upon you."

The husband looked dumbfounded, "We do not believe in such things." He said with a cold stare. "I see." The man said smacking his lips. "Well, you see. To believe in things you can taste and feel, see and smell; these are things that are given. These things are to be understood. Now to believe in things that can not be seen or understood, that is faith and faith has saved many a man before." He said turning with his cane and walking for the door. He placed his hand on the handle and paused, "Be careful where you place your faith. Sometimes the unknown are as visible as the known. It is not always up to you to see them." The cold air from outside rushed in for only moments before the door shut behind him. "What a strange man." The woman said. The husband only rubbed her hand. "A strange man indeed."

Anastasia

Anastasia got down and laid on her stomach up on a hill looking down at the beach, troops were coming out of ships and posting tents and putting stakes into the sand pointing away from them. Her right hand man Morzon was next to her, "Where do you think they came from." she asked him curiously. Morzon looked for a symbol and found it on their sails but he didn't recognize, "I don't know." he said in a deep raspy voice. Anastasia got up and slowly walked backwards, "We need to get the tribe ready, it looks like we might be being invaded." she said and ran off. Morzon followed, he was a slow dimwit but he was the best with a blade in the tribe, he made a good bodyguard which was the only reason she kept him around. Anastasia looked back and waited for him to ketch up, now that they were a little bit further away it was fine if they walked cause the hill stopped the troops from spotting them. "We need to prepare." she said but kept glancing back to make sure that some of the troops didn't come over the hill all of a sudden.

Hodor

Hodor slept at the foot of the the mountain pass that led to the north, he had gotten an urgent messenger carrying a message from his father telling him to come home. He had immediately slain the messenger like the letter had told him to do and then stolen his horse and rode off. He could hear howling in the distance but still wasn't to worried about them. He slept with his spear next to him, though he woke up suddenly and looked into a pair of blood red eyes. A wolf was snarling at him, Hodor reached over and wrapping his fingers around his spear. He rolled to the side when the wolf tried to bite him and he immediately got into a stance with his staff. The wolf lunged at him and he dodged to the side and brought the blunt end of his spear down on the wolf's head. The wolf collapsed on the ground with a crater in the middle of it's skull blood starting to pool in it and turn the snow red. Hodor went back to sleep knowing that the sight of seeing one wolf dead would keep the others at bay for now.

Kildar

Kildar stood in the center of the village Kaavard when he saw Anastasia come walking in with her body guard. He said good bye and walked over. "Find anything on your scouting trip." he asked in a booming deep voice. "Were being invaded, their are warriors loading off of ships. Though we can not tell where they hail from." Anastasia said looking into his eyes. His eyes were pale blue like the ice that was all around him. He went and moved out of her path, he had to check this out for himself. He went off towards the beach to see if he could be able to tell what this mysterious army was.

When he got to the beach he immediately recognized the symbol as the Skoti, they were unloading thier horses now which caused Kildar to chuckle, "They won't last long here in the ice filled north." he said walking off and chuckling. A scout had seen him and gone off to worn the others, it came back with a host of 5 men and stood in front of him on their horses pointing their spears at him. "You really shouldn't be here." the man holding the spear that was in front of his face said. Kildar chuckled, "You really shouldn't be doing this." he replied a smirk coming to his face. The man poked his nose barely, "and why not." the man said a full smile on his face. Kildar chuckled his eyes cracking like the ice was breaking, he breathed out and spun in a circle. He chuckled and ducked under the now frozen men his eyes were back to normal now. He started to walk back to the village. "That's why."

Torunn

Torunn’s lavender eyes flickered in every direction as she stuffed all of her worldly possessions into a small satchel. She’d taken a few extra rolls and apples at dinner as well, and put them in. She wrapped a heavy coat around her, concealing her hip length white hair and sheathed her sword to take with her too. Tossing the satchel over her shoulder, she began sneaking around the orphanage, just waiting to be caught. Her heart pounded in her chest, ringing in her ears, and she knew it was going to prevent her from hearing an oncoming threat. There was no such bad luck for her today though, as Torunn made it out the back of the shambles of a wood building she’d grown up in. Racing with bent knees and a low head, she made her way through the fields towards the local tavern, always occupied by travelers seeking the ale from Ulf. Just as usual, many horses were tied up outside of it for the patrons within, most too liquored up to know any of the going ons from outside. She smirked and with quick nimble fingers undid the reins of one rather brutish appearing horse, and began leading it away. She had the hood of her cloak up, hoping to conceal her face somewhat while heading towards the edge of town. Torunn’s good fortune was cut short when she heard a yell and turned swiftly behind her to see an inebriated man chasing after her. He looked rather important too, maybe even a foreigner. Her eyes widened and she quickly leapt onto the horse and wrapped the reins around her fists. “Hyah!” she shouted, hood flying back to reveal her visage and bright crown of hair as she rode towards the hedging forest of Knut.


Asta

Asta stood 50 yards from a tree, bow string pulled back and arrow ready. She’d been able to break one of the lower branches, creating a small bright circle where the branch had been torn away. She narrow her eyes, looking down the shaft of the arrow and let out a slow exhale. The fletching of the arrow pressed into the corner of her dark brown eyes, her pale fingers slowly releasing the arrow to fly straight. The point buried deep into the very center of her makeshift target, causing a small smirk to form on her face. She walked closer to the tree to retrieve her arrow, glancing down at Yrsa, her pet wolf dog. She reached down smiling widely as she shook the fur between the wolf’s ears while it slept, the dogs eyes opening just slightly to look up at her before closing them again, making sure her master was alright. Asta stood up again once more, ripping the arrow from the tree and walking back. As she did so though, she heard Yrsa suddenly begin sniffing loudly. Asta turned back around to look at her pet, seeing the animal’s nose in the air, teeth beginning to show in a snarl. “What is it girl?” she asked, tilting her head. The wolf’s head whipped around to look towards one of the few entrances into the valley that was Ulf. A few figures were heading in, though Asta couldn’t tell anything about them. “Strangers come here all the time Yrsa, calm down,” she said jovially. “If you’re that worried though, we can go home,” she shrugged, picking up her quiver. The wolf stopped snarling and got up, shaking itself to get the few snowflakes off itself before following Asta back into town and towards her family’s barely farm.


Brynhild

Brynhild was wandering in the mossy forest edging one side of Hord, heading towards the village without haste, just purpose. She’d heard their prayers lately, considering the cold winds had headed over their farms and were killing their crops. Brynhild reached the edge of a few of the fields, and saw the sorry state of the corn especially. She shook her head and began simply walking through the various fields. Everywhere her foot landed, healthier produce sprung up. A few animals, especially deer, watched her from the forest, hungry themselves. She smiled and waved the deer over to eat the old corn that wasn’t so good, and continued her walk through the various fields. As she passed through one such field, she happened upon a farmer who was standing in the middle of his wheat and shaking his head. “Why good farmer, where has your wheat gone?” she asked, approaching him. The man whipped around with wide eyes, taking in the goddess and felt as if his tongue was tied in his throat. Her ice blue eyes and waving auburn hair left him dumbfounded as she drew closer. “Do you not pray to your goddess?” she asked, tilting her head. The man finally managed to nod. “We pray every morning before we walk outside that the goddess has caused our fields to grow,” he managed to say. Brynhild smiled warmly and reached up to touch the man’s rough, worn cheek. “And your prayers have been answered,” she said gently. She lifted her hands inch by inch, and each inch that they raised, new, beautiful wheat grew. The man began turning in circles, a mix of mystified and terrified in his face as his field became lush once more. Once Brynhild was done, she let her arms fall back to her sides. The man looked back to her and fell on his face on the ground. “Thank you, my goddess,” he said, tears on his cheeks. When he looked up again though, Brynhild wasn’t there, just the lush fields she’d created for the farmers to tend.

Ulf- A Town of Drunks and Happiness

Kira sat behind a table hidden on the other side of drapes in the doorway. She looked into a bowl of water with floating herbs. There were scattered animal bones throughout the top of the table and other ornaments of the traditional fortune teller. To tell the truth, none of these things were needed. Kira knew that most of these fortune tellers were just clever or creepy people who could put a twist on words that could convince people that they had seen into their future. Kira on the other hand, could truly see into the future, to an extent. But the number of people that intrigued her enough to use her services were few. Many a time she turned a man away as she was not one to take a man's money when she had no need for money; that didn't mean however that if she was in need of money that she didn't very well take it.

On this particular night a man stumbled into the room slamming his fist onto the table, "I extraviate, mitoses." He said in a gurgle of speech. Kira turned her head with a questionable look, "What was that?" She asked with an already agitated tone. She knew this was not going to be an enjoyable time.

"I said..." He banged his fist on the table. "I said, woman. That I need the future." His speech was mumbled. His breath, laced with alcohol. Very, strong alcohol. "I see." She said. "Come. Look closely." She said rolling her fingers towards the bowl of water. "Look closely." She repeated. The man looked in, "I don't see it." Kira tried to hold back her frustration. "Try again." she urged.

The man stared hard into the water and when nothing happened he snapped. He grabbed her wrist as she was spinning her fingertip in the water, "Woman. I said, show me my future. If you can't show me my future, then show me something else." He twisted her wrist and reached out for her clothing and tugged and the chest. The dress tore revealing her large breast and something else, one of which caught his eye and he paused. He paused a second too long for that other thing was a dagger tucked between the two eye catchers, which she grabbed with her free hand and stabbed into his shoulder. He screamed in pain and let her go. It was apparent that he had planned to harm her further but he would never have that chance.

Kira stood up and grabbed long cane snapping it on the back of his neck. This wouldn't seem like enough to take down a big man like the guy in front of her. But this cane wasn't a normal cane. This cane was splintered at the end an each of those splinters were dipped in a toxin. When the cane was pressed against your skin at the speed she had wacked him, those wooden pieces were pressed into his skin and into his veins. He stepped forward a few inches and then toppled. He hit the ground cold. "Serves you right." She said and walked out of the tent. A man who was standing at the side of the tent put a hand on her shoulder. She turned and gave him an evil stare in which he quickly took his hand back. "What is it?" She asked with poison in her voice. "I was going to ask what happened to the guy that went in but I don't think I need the answer anymore." With that she went out into the town.

Anastasia

Anastasia got back to the village and stood up on a dirt mound, "We are being invaded." she shouted and ran inside her place. She got her sword and slid it in her sheath tying it to her waist before walking out, "From now on, nobody goes anywhere without a weapon, no exceptions." she said smiling. She went and picked out 5 men to be guards and sent them out to the watchtower's. "You see anything suspicious, you light the torch." She said and handed each of them a torch. She went out and left her guard behind and went into the last watch tower, since she was a women she always had to prove that she should be the chieftain. Doing one of the most dangerous jobs just seemed like the perfect idea to prover herself for now.

Hodor

Hodor walked back to the village and saw that Anastasia was already giving order's, he remained silent and figuring that she was doing a fine job left the village to go send out messenger's to warn the rest of the north. He walked for a couple hours telling people he saw on the road to ride off and tell everybody in the north that they were being invaded. He then went and teleported himself to his house. He sighed and figuring he had hung out with humans enough went to go converse with the rest of the god's. He walked out of his house and looked around smiling at everything, he had left his battleaxe behind since nobody could really attack them, since nobody knew how to get here.

Kildar

Kildar woke up with a yawn and immediately went and skinned the wolf, he took the wolfs pelt and after drying it by the fire slung it over his shoulders. He kicked dirt over his fire and picking up his spear he stabbed it in the ground cleaning the blood off of it. He went and looked up at the mountains, "Alright.' he said and taking a deep breath started on the path. The path was treacherous because of how narrow it was and how their was always a chance of icicles and rock slides falling on you and they were mostly unavoidable. He walked and started to sing one of his favorite song's. He soon grew bored of it though and just continued walking in silence thinking about what his father could have summoned him for.

Torunn

Torunn continued riding on her horse through the forest, slowing down once she realized she wasn’t even sure where she was. She frowned a bit and wondered exactly which way she should go next. She continued travelling through the woods until she managed to stumble onto a trail. She smirked, gripping the reigns of her new horse as she travelled down the trail. Little did she know she was travelling into a territory out of Bjorn. Once she reached the border, there was a guard waiting to stop anyone travelling the trail from coming in to the other land. “Ho, who goes there?” said the man. Torunn pulled back on the horse so it stopped 10 feet in front of the guard. ““I simply wish to continue along the path,” she said softly, raising an eyebrow. The guard lifted his sword. “No one enters without proving they aren’t a threat.” Torunn smirked and got off the horse, pulling out her own sword and holding it limply. ““But, I’m a simple orphan girl,” she said in a high pitched, innocent sounding voice. The man hesitated, and Torunn used the opportunity to run at him and begin a loud, clanging sword fight with the man.


Asta

Asta walked back towards Ulf, petting Yrsa in the light snow. She saw a few others walking the streets, one particular woman caught her eye, making Asta raise an eyebrow. She shook her head though and remembered not to judge anyone. That was something her father preached. Asta’s mother thought that kind of attitude would get them killed someday though. “How about we get a drink before heading home, eh?” she smirked, glancing at the wolf. Yrsa shook her head vigorously, making Asta sigh. “Well, go on home then. Father will know I won’t be far behind,” she said. She smiled and watched Yrsa start to head slowly back towards the farm. Asta herself walked into her favorite tavern and sat at the bar. “One mug please,” she smiled, setting down a coin and tapping the chair under her until the bartender set the drink in front of her. She smiled and began sipping, ignoring any looks from others nearby.


Brynhild

Brynhild stood in the forest of Knut, watching her daughter as she fought the soldier. Bryn sighed heavily, shaking her head. The girl certainly hadn’t turned out like Brynhild thought she would. In the country of Bjorn, most young women led demure lives, taking care of their husbands and tending the fields. Then again, Torunn being the way she was didn’t disappoint her either. Brynhild smirked and walked away, letting the girl take care of herself like she always had. Bryn had other things to attend to. There was a tenseness spreading throughout the forest from the animals. She could sense it. She frowned and began heading northward, hoping to run into one of her fellow gods or goddesses along the way. Perhaps they would be more aware of what was happening than she was. All she knew was something was wrong, and she might be needed.

"The enemy is at our doorsteps!" A god shouted from his seat, banging on the great dining table. The statement was met with an out roar of voices, many taking the side of the male god. "Who are we to intervene?" Another god yelled across the table. At the head of the table of over thirty seats was the god king. He sat quietly until he could stand no more.
"SILENCE!"

His yell was quite literally the sound of thunder. When he slammed his fist on the table the golden glow of the room briefly went out in a flash of dark and lightning. "I will not stand for such idiocracy in my domain!" His gaze looked around to each of the seats of his table. "This is my domain. I do not cause such chaos in your mortal realms, I ask of you to give me equal respect." There was a hush, all eyes fell on the god king. The king sat in his seat which was taller and more decorated than the others, though each was designed in a way that described each god's ability.

When the silence lingered one of the goddesses spoke out, "What is it you'd have us do?" Another god joined in, "Yes Matyr, what is it? Let our villages burn?" Matyr, as he was called, slammed his fist on the table which caused a bolt of lightning to slither across the table like a snake until it reached the plate of the god who spoke. His plate shattered sending his food into the air. "You will not address me as such in this formal occasion, and I will not be spoken down like that of a child. You think less of me do you? Do you challenge me for my right to lead?" His voice was deep, his voice angered. It carried power that kept the room silent, in charge. The god who had spoke before was hesitant to do so again after the display with his food. "No your royalness. I only sought for answers which I do not have myself. I meant no disrespect." The sense of authority that was in his voice before was now gone.

"I pardon your mistake." The god king replied. "I do not intend for you good people to stand back and watch these unworthy heathens take away what you so beautifully built." He ran a hand over his long brown beard. He seemed younger than many of the gods and goddesses but in truth they had no age. Their appearance was only determined by the power they held and how they wanted to appeal. "But it is up to our people to defend for themselves. We can not treat them like babies in the womb, they are more than capable of defending their homes."

The goddess to his left spoke, "It has been a long time since they met a force as large as this one. It would be unfair to expect them to adapt so quickly." Matyr shook his head, "Yes, it has been some time, but they must adapt. If they do not they will not grow stronger and if we wish to keep our land we must believe it's inhabitants capable of protecting it." He took a breath, "That being said we must not allow them to be given an unfair hand. Mortals will deal with mortals and gods, will wage war with gods."

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Meanwhile on a series of islands known as the Wyvern Isles miles from the Frost Barren Lands

Smoke blocked out the sun as the village burned. Women screamed and children cried. The last of the men fell with a sword in his gut. One woman slipped on the blood of the fallen She turned to see a man in gold tainted with crimson. "Behold the world your people will live in for the rest of their days. May you perish in the fiery pits of the damned." He raised his boot blocking out the last rays of the sun and she screamed as he brought it down until it met the dirt behind her.

Kildar was standing in the corner during the whole conversation of the god's not really seeing any point in saying anything. He went and walked out the door and back to his house making himself some food. He quickly ate his food hungrily and as soon as he was done grabbed his axe and teleported near where Anastasia was, he went and changed his look to be more normal and climbed up the watch tower. "Seen anything lately." he asked her. Anastasia looked at the man, "Have not seen anything of late, but could you watch for me. It has been raining for awhile now, new clothes and food are needed and I have to go back to the town for that." Kildar nodded and grabbed the bow as Anastasia climbed down and headed back to town.

Hodor could see smoke rising from a small cave that was far away, he went and walked towards it but only got halfway their by sundown and soon made camp again. He woke up the next morning and continued on his journey though their was a loud screeching coming from the cave. He finally made it to the mouth of the cave and peeked inside, what he saw sent a shiver up his spine but he had to face it.