Out of Character/Storylines/DiscussionsSomewhere in the harsh Spine Break Mountains-Chilled winds raced up the ravine, cresting over the craggy outcrop only to howl ominously as they descended to the valley below. The fetid smell of rotting flesh carried on the tumult, there had been a battle recently. Astride the black warhorse Skallagrim focused on the scattered bodies strewn over the crimson stained earth. The Paladins had come upon this small settlement of farmers and shepherds seeking to avoid the death and blood shed of the war, yet here they lay. Butchered like the animals they once tended. Women, children, men. Urging his mount forward the Cughtagh peered at the forms, the amethyst flickered and flared, the anger rising inside as he spotted a boy, not more than five or six, clinging to his mothers bosom, both had been lanced, the offending weapon still plunged through them and into the unforgiving earth.
Slipping off his steed, Skallagrim knelt next to the sight, as he did so he muttered a prayer to Rhydderch for the safe keeping of the child and mother. Jaw grimly set, the warrior slowly made his way through the massacre. There was nothing, no one had been spared. The tents and carts that carried the last of these peoples possessions smoldering from the fires set to raze them.
A slurping sound caused him to pause as he allowed the Aesr to flow around him, seeking anything that would be here. A moment later he found it, a large cat had drug a body away from the others and was busy consuming it. Inhaling deeply Skallagrim turned away, the body had been bisected by a blow. The animal was not the killer, merely the recipient of a meal it had not to fight for.
"Let it be, it has done nothing to warrant our wrath."
Moving along the Cughtagh stopped a moment, the aesr flared around him casting a deep glow. In a quick leap he was near a body, a cruel smile on his face. It was a Paladin, and he was dead. A pitchfork in his groin, his helm and skull crushed. Just beyond him lay the remains of a Talisan, still in his golem form. “You didn't get away clean did you bastards? No you suffered wounds for this.” murmured Skallagrim as he stood and glanced around, a half-dozen Paladins had fallen to the Talisan before he finally succumbed to them.
Casting his gaze down the valley he frowned a moment, they would be heading there. It was a raiding group, sent to harass, kill and frighten the local population. A warning to those who would support the Dreaming Queen. Mounting the black warhorse, Skallagrim gently urged the beast down the trail and into the shadow covered valley below. Above him the moons were rising, casting pale light upon the crag. Little did those who committed this atrocity know that death was stalking them.
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Below, the riders moved in a single file, each silent, their eyes ahead. They had blood on them, fresh from the death dealing behind them. A dozen hardened men, their armor dented and streaked, their weapons notched and worn. The leader, a wiry man in heavy black robes, a Gothi, was shaken. His mind racing as he thought of the Talisan who had surprised them, had come at them, had come at him. Had not the Paladins who followed him intervened he was sure he would have died. That caused an involuntary shudder to wrack his lithe frame. A cruel snarl crossed his lips, the power of the Gothi was fading, people no longer feared them, no longer feared him. The bitch queen and her minions had given the worthless peasants hope.
A cruel and petty man, Harnolf hated the fact that out there, somewhere a woman was giving hope to the rabble. Hope to defy him, to thwart his will and desires. No, no more, these people would learn that to support the Queen would result in their deaths. He had lost six-men, it didn't matter he had more than enough to burn the small village to the ground. He would take slaves here, and the young girls he would keep for himself. He would enjoy extracting his fears upon their bodies.
The thought of it gave him hope, a sour chuckle escaped his lips as he glanced back at his men, “We will camp above them tonight. In the morning we shall gather slaves and booty for our troubles.” Several of the men grinned as they nodded in agreement. They were as cruel and unforgiving as their leader.
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Skallagrim glanced at his companions, the Aesr glimmered then flared as he nodded slowly, “As much as I want to kill them all, we have to capture the Gothi. There is a reason the Paladins have moved this far north, and we need to know what it is.” With that he began riding down the steep trail, the hunt had begun.