Re: A stormy beginning
The warrior slowly comes back to his senses as BRakkus hands him his sword. After giving the hermit his thanks, he looks at each of you adventuring fellows in turn, trying to gather his wits and answer the questions that were asked.
"Fjonya... is the vampire I killed. With this very sword."
As he speaks, he draws out the simple blade from its scabbard and by the way it reflects what little light there is, you can see it is made of pure silver.
"Siegfried... That bastard Siegfried would be that jarl that came out of nowhere, without a doubt. I know of no other Siegfried around here. And It would makes some sense that he arrives soon after his mistress' demise... Yes.. It would explain why I suffer this curse... 'As long as my lineage endures' she said 'you will be old and weak while we will be eternally young and strong'. Those were the words she cursed me with. Yet I had enough strenght left to behead her."
Looking at his sword, the man sighs heavily, sheathing it again and slowly heading for the inn, shivering in the cold night. For a moment, you thought his will to fight had come back, judging from the look in his eyes as he looked at his reflection in the silvery sword, but that feeling is soon gone.
"If you truly wish to fight that creature, be it undead or living, I say you should go meet the old witch, Olga the Wise. She lives in a hut in the forest, about a day's walk to the northwest. She helped me in the past... For now, we all should sleep. So cold..."
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