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 Snjįr 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 našr.
"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."
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."
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.
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."
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."