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by Ottoman on Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:53 pm
As Vindex slept, he found himself among snow and fir trees, a truly nordic landscape, with quite an intimidating Barrow looming in front of him. He found that he had none of his previous equipment from the day before, only sack cloth pants and a burlap shirt. He made his way into the Barrow where a great, black bearded man sat upon a throne of furs, upon seeing Vindex enter, he lifted his flagon and announced a toast to no one, besides Vindex. He was sitting at a great feasting table, but it was still inside a Barrow, the dead resting among this feasting man, it was all lit by torch light. Vindex then decided to take a closer look at him, and, if that man were to stand, he would be over... over 8 feet tall! Vindex was asstonished when the giant spoke with a great, husky voice,
"Welcome, Vindex, and thank you for the beer!"
"The beer.." Vindex asked trailing off for a moment then, remembering his offereing quickly, yet cautiously blurted out, "Krolm!"
The great man seemed to show a smile of satisfaction as he gestured for Vindex to sit beside him at the table in a chair of furs, not quite as tall as Krolm's. Vindex eagerly took the seat and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, nothing here, young mortal, I just brought you here to talk, thank you for the excellant drink," the giant gestured with his flagon, "and to give you a bit of food." He flicked his hand and suddenly Scantily clathed Barbaric women brought before him a platter of fresh roasted elk, and a tall deep flagon of ale.
Vindex, remembering that in the presence of a diety, espicially your diety, it was imperative to remain polite, so he asked, "May I?" The giant gave a nod and started speaking,
"I have been watching you, Vindex, and you are going to be going into great and terrible danger. And I've placed a bit of a wager on you, so I don't want to lose that wager, now you know." He gave a wink to the young man, who quickly nodded, "So, I know you've already met some others, strange and outlandish they maybe, they will be your comrades in your time of need. And, so you know, you may return here to my Barrow, the Barrow of all Barbarians, no matter how they die, and you will always find sanctuary here, all your life, n omatter if you sucseed or fail with your quest, or if I lose my wager, in which case, you'll probably be dead." He gave a chuckle, then continued, "None of your compatriots may come here, for none of them follow the olden ways. But you may tell them of what has happened here."
Then curiosity got the better of Vindex, he asked, "Just how do I get here?"
Krolm chortled, "Why my good man, you offer an offering to my shrine, and you sleep there. Now, I hope you're not afraid of the dead, for after each day of resting, they feast in this barrow at night. You will see that the torches never end, well, many Barbarians have died over the years, and I beleive you may be the last of them." He finished with a sorroful glance at the floor, "There yet maybe one other, one closely known by one of your comrades, you recall the young blacksmith, yes?"
Vindex quickly nodded,
"His step-father knows something of the old ways, I beleive, he and you are the last of a dying breed. But no matter, we shall battle and feast here to all eternity when you've come to stay!" Krolm then remembered an important point, "But, young Vindex, I will not always be here. I may be out hunting, or sparring with those deceased. But remember this, what happens to you here, affects you back in your plane, but your plane can't touch you here."
Vindex feasted through the night, and when he awoke with a full stumach, he discovered sauce and flecks of ale foam in his moustache. Not just that, but he felt completely rested... and barely any time had passed... Now, thought Vindex, Let's see what this blacksmith-to-be's father knows... He made his way out of the forest, and towards the town.
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Ottoman on Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:40 pm, edited 5 times in total.
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