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The Saga of the Kjaris; Chapter 1: Winter's Fall
Topic Started: Feb 5 2017, 05:11 AM (1,191 Views)
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Astrid keep a hand on her wound. "I'll be fine, I just need a hand bandaging this. Search their camp and persons. Hunn, keep watch. Ylva, some help please?"
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Domar waves Ylva over.

"This is beyond my skill to heal, though it does not look like a deep wound..."

He looks over at the dead men.

"I suppose we should burn these men. Send them to the gods instead of leaving them for the wolves."
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HUN VERMUNDSSON nods and holds his axe across his chest, facing the woods.
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Domar moves to begin gathering wood to get a pyre set up.
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((Ylva? Skydin? You there?))
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Back into their little corner of the clearing after gathering her arrows from the fallen, since money isn't exactly free-flowing out in the wilds and making arrows takes, just, way longer than anything has any right to, Ylva first pauses and looks around for anyone else who might be better suited to the task when she comes in on Domar waving her over. There's literally noone though from the looks of things though, so she trots over, and opens with "Uh, yeah, sure. I can probably help with this."

She calls up some of the lore she'd learned from her dad, the necessary rites for healing coming to mind just about instantly for her since magic was just about the only thing she'd actually been interested in when she was young, and so she sort of just makes her way over, and uses Healing Hands, trying to make it seem normal and casual and totally non-committal. Just dudes being bros healing each other man.
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((Gonna handwave the specific amount so we don't have to worry about injuries.))

With the aid of the gods, Ylva is able to heal Astrid's injury. Meanwhile, Domar finishes gathering some wood, he looks at Hunn and jerks his head to the side, indicating he'd like help moving the men onto the makeshift pyre.
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HUN VERMUNDSSON spits on the ground. "Better to leave scum like this for the crows."
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Astrid sighs in relief. "Thank you Ylva." She addresses the men. "No, no burning. Not yet. Search them, search the camp. Look for signs of who they were and where they came from."
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HUN VERMUNDSSON nods and starts stripping the bandits down, looking at everything they have.
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The clothing and weapons of the mercenaries are typically Scandinavian. They have the body and stature, as well as the scars, of accomplished warriors. The colors and dyes of their clothes, and also the shape of their jewelry and equipment appears to be Danish, like yours.

Inside a cloth, one of the warriors has gathered a collection of odd objects: runic bones, herbs, stones, a gold ring engraved with esoteric symbols...

((Astrid and Ylva can both make Seidr or Superstition tests to identify what these things are for. Ylva can also make a Runes test.))

Among the camp there is some cast iron. While it doesn't indicate who these men are, it does indicate that the group was prepared for a decent-sized journey across Denmark. This is corroborated by the presence of a leather bag in one of them, containing tens of gold and silver bracelets, enough to pay for the services of mercenaries for a long expedition. Most interestingly, counting the sets of equipment shows there may be a horse missing...
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HUN VERMUNDSSON holds up the meager booty, nodding. "These were no wanderers, they had purpose here."
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Domar nods back.

"But what would that purpose be? That stuff in the cloth looks like it's magical ingredients or something."
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Astrid takes a look at what the raiders were carrying.

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Astrid takes a closer look at the items in the cloth and easily recognizes them as spellcasting materials...specifically that they're used to throw a curse.
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Astrid takes a breath. "We need to find my father, he needs to know what happened here."
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Gathering their things and the evidence from the camp, Domar lights a brand and sets the pyre ablaze. He looks to the sky and shivers a bit as an icy wind blows by.

"The sky darkens. There will be snow this eve," he says.

The group begins making their journey out of the woods and back to Rohald. The large village enclosure doors are open and the guards look unconcerned about the number of carts and travelers entering the enclosure before nightfall. For the last week, a hustle and bustle has filled the days in the village. Guests, suppliers and farmers from the surrounding lands have all been coming to attend the celebrations and ceremonies, or participate in the big end of year market. The population has almost doubled during this period, and some of the newcomers now live with friends or relatives. The rest of the visitors are housed in large tents, wherein a fire burns permanently. In addition, the jarl put a house near the fence at the disposal of his guests (about fifty people). The streets are buzzing with servants, meetings, merchants' calls and sports challenges.

It appears that Jarl Hrolf's hunting group has not yet returned.
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HUN VERMUNDSSON swaggers back into town, where others had hunted deer, he had hunted men.
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Domar casts his eyes about, wondering how they managed to beat the Jarl's hunting party back.
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Astrid looks around for someone who might know what's keeping her father.
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