Re: A stormy beginning
The grizzled old man, happily happily drinking the offered mead, tells tales of his adventuring days when he and a man he refers to as 'Old Thorkel' used to fight side by side against all manners of goblins, trolls and giants.As the evening grows late, he lowers his voice and speaks of their most daring and terrible adventure. Their glorious battle with the vampire witch Fjonya.
"A one-eyed redhead, as beautiful as the sun but as dark as this very night, the undead witch came to the village in the middle of the day if you'll believe that, to ask us brave warriors for our help in getting rid of a monstrous demon. When we went into the lair of the beast, we saw the woman herself, and fought her until we had no strenght left in our arms. My sword had been blessed in the blood of a holy man and was lethal to her, but old Thorkel had no such weapon and fell in battle!
The wench was beheaded and burned after I pierced her heart with a wooden stake I had to carve out from a tree out of her lair, but I had no heart to desecrate my companion's body and she had not bit him either. With our combined strenght, she had to fight with all of hers, using steel and magic alike, not simple teeth. I thought him safe and buried him.
Old Thorkel was heir to jarl who rules over this village, you know. In his stead, some stranger came on authority of the King and took up the castle and the authority. This happened just last year, if you'll believe me... I may look old, but I still had that fire burning in my veins until last year. But with Old Thorkel gone, I just don,t feel like it anymore... It's just not the same..."
As the man told his tale, a sour innkeeper gives Arkemos his meal and mead, shaking his head and grumbling about the new good-for-nothing king-appointed jarl, saying he never heard of the king appointing jarls this far south of Katorheim before.
OOC
Full meal: 1 silver florin
Jug of mead: 5 copper pennies
Spot on the floor to sleep: 3 copper pennies