They meet along the path to Aquae Grannis, Brennus, flanked by two of Heolstor’s warriors, and the Centaurs.

“We are friends,” the foremost Centaur says.  Brennus has never seen these folk, but he has heard of them.  Centaurs are known to live in the great endless forest that stretches to the east of the Rhine. They claim no towns, and do not build, but live an idyllic life as nomadic hunters.  That’s what he’s heard, at least.

He’s also heard that a troop of them are in the service of King Theoderic.  News like that spreads rapidly, if only for the pure novelty of it.

The Centaur extends his hand.  “I am Phiraz,” he says.  “And we have been your friend a time now, I think, for we have fought for the King.  And you do not seem an Orc, or one of those corrupted by them.”

“We’ve never seen one of those,” says a quiet voice behind Phiraz.  “How would we know?”

“I’ve seen them,” Phiraz says.  “In the Sygambri forest, Saxon men, but there was a savageness about them he does not have.  For a share of the plunder of Elven lands, they joined with the Huns.  This is no Saxon.”

Brennus looks towards the other voice.  Down.  It’s.. something like a Centaur, but not.  It’s much smaller, with the body of a deer and upper torso, arms, and head like an Elf, but a smaller scale.

“I am a Hybsil, sir,” the creature says when Brennus is looking at it.  “Zizram.  Hunter and fisher and finder of fruit, and here to give account for my people.”

By now, others are catching up.  But these are not more Centaurs… Brennus sees a tall Human man approaching with a pair of Elves.

Aquae Grannis:

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Brennus looked at the horse people in wonder; never having thought it likely to meet such beings even more exotic than the elves. He cleared his throat and tried to sound and look confident, waiting until the newcomers caught up before speaking.

"I am Brennus of Belgica. My cousin is Lunelle, Duchess of Tongrorum." Brennus added, wondering if such names meant anything at all to these nomads. He gestured to the rest of the party with him and further back to the town beyond. "I speak for the people of Aquae Grannis. The tyrant the Huns placed in control is dead and the people here are free." He paused before adding: "We would be glad of any help against the orcs if you would give it."

Eadoin, too. Departs for another thread, arriving here with the majority of his folk and with a tiny number of the Hybsils, as well, since they've chosen to live in community.  He lets Phiraz do much of the speaking, since he seems inclined to do so.  Meanwhile, he continues to indulge the fact that he's full of himself with the turn of the seasons.  Metaphorically speaking, it's fair to say that his sap has begun to run.

After Grannus introduces himself, the young Centaur does as in return.  "Mare's blessings, Brennus of Belgica.  My name is Eadoin, of Lutetia Parisiorum, late of Ravinacum.  The Orcs haven't done so well in Belgica.  Though they've hurt us grievously, their tide has turned."

He glances to a couple others of his folk before continuing, "We'll help where we can, sir, if you'll tell us more."

The others catch up- Theoderic, Salen, and Aelasuria.

Theoderic introduces himself at once, so as to leave no doubt:  "Theoderic, son of Clovis."

He glad to meet a noble of Belgica, as it indicates that the Belgicans are seeing the big picture of this, beyond mere local defense of their home.  But he is very curious about the situation here, and asks a few questions of Brennus.  What little they knew of this place suggested that Aquae Grannis was an important stronghold for the Huns, being relatively close to the Elves.  What have they found, here?

Brennus was clearly taken aback by the presence of the king here but after bowing before his liege tried to tell what happened as succicently as he could.  "We slew the giant Silok who had ruled this place in the name of the Hun. Most of his orcs fled, those that had not fallen but in truth there was not a very great garrison here despite its importance - apparently none of the Hunnish warlords wished to see his host bleed away in countless fighting with the elves.  We took the town before they settled on reinforcements."

He paused, rubbing his tidy beard thoughtfully. "From the townsfolk I've learned that Juliacum is where the Huns are holding many human slaves they have taken, along with a few elves. It is my ambition once we have the numbers to raid that place and free as many as possible. The Lord of Lingones was about to depart to bring back allies."   Another pause before hastily adding. "Though I am yours to command my king."
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"My first command is, I would wish that we move within the walls," Theoderic says.  "I have a company with me; Elves, Humans, Centaurs, and others.  And the able services of two wizards, one of which is my wife. But now that we know Aquae Grannis is in friendly hands, we shall shelter here and plan our next move... Juliacum may be the place."

 He sends word back to the rest of his force:  all is well, come to the town, and we shall prepare here for the next phase.

They enter through the north gate, with Brennus.  There are some curious people gathered, and some up on the gatehouse.  But the town looks very, very empty.  Many of the buildings have that cold and hollow look- they've been empty a long time.  And there is no sign of a recent battle.

Theoderic takes it in with a concerned, puzzled look.  "They said this was a holy place taken by the Huns.  And as close as it is to the Elves, I thought it would be well defended.  How was it you were able to secure this town, Lord Brennus?  What of the people here?"

The news of Aquae Grannis is rather unexpected, to say the least, but of course it is excellent news to hear. And this human, he seemed an honest and worthy sort.

"Well met, Lord Brennus. I am Salen Soulwater, of Geneva. You've met the King, and this is his Queen, Aelasuria. She's my sister, but please don't hold it against me!

You have done very well here. It is a joy to know this town has thrown off the Hun shackles. Pity there are so few townsfolk here..."

OOC: posting in Aquae Grannis thread although will respond to posts in water garden thread.

"Hmm well I think it was only a matter of time before someone noticed Theo's army on the move. I am glad to hear that things are going well at Aquae Grannis."

Aelasuria smiles at Scolo then shakes her head. "I am afraid we didn't find any spell books or scrolls Scolo. We did find a unusual suit of armor that is quite slippery. I think it's meant for avoiding being grappled or some such. There is also a useful magical staff that we gave to cirrus. It seems to be perfect for anyone that wishes to travel from one place to another faster then is normally possible. Which makes it a great asset to someone that might carry important messages."

She shakes her head slightly. "I am not sure exactly where we will end up next. Theo is likely best to answer that one. I don't have any new news just yet on New Mestanon. Theo have you heard anything new while we were traveling?"

watching the pile of rocks form she looks it over curiously then smiles slightly when he leaves a message. "I wonder if the Minotaurs will appreciate that note. I certainly won't complain if they decide not to help the Huns. That is good enough even if they don't help us."

Walking with Scolo and the others she heads into Aqua Grannis to see what things are like there. She takes Theo's hand walking by his side while she drinks in the sights of the people and town/city around her. "Thank you Brennus for your and everyone else's bravery in defeating the Giant Silok. I only wish we had arrived in time to help if we could."

Her silky red hair moves ever so slightly as the playful breeze flows past. One delicate elfin ear showing a bit more then the other as she turns her head to regard Theo when Brennus mentions being his to command. She smiles when he mentions her being a wizard. "Hello, My name is Aelasuria Soulwater. The other wizard he speaks of is Scolo. You can't miss him I do so love his fuzzy bunny slippers."

She smiles at the people looking on with a friendly expression. Then notes how empty the place seems to be. "IT's possible Theo that the people fled long ago. Possibly the Huns might have taken them prisoner and moved to another town  or city. Brennus Mentioned that many human slaves are being held at Juliacum that might be where the Huns would have taken some of the people."

She gives Salen a amused look when he says please don't hold that against me. She replies in a light hearted equally amused tone. "I am sure he won't Salen but I might dear brother mine might if you keep it up."
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Brennus took the royal party directly to the temple to show the place the giant had met his demise and also the recovered Elven arms and armour.

"We took the town by stealth and surprise my king, but in truth for all the bravery and skill of Lord Lingones and his comrade in arms who slew Silok we would not have won if the Huns were really as strong as we thought. From what the townsfolk have revealed to me the Huns have suffered great casualties from raiding the Elves and there was a lot of reluctance to bleed further manpower away garrisoning this town. The few orcs left fled when the giant was defeated."

Introduced to Queen Aelasuria Brennus gave a deep bow, his expression obviously more flustered. "My Lady... I, uh apologise for the state of the town. If we had known you were coming..."

He trailed off, glancing sadly to Salen. What more was there to say about the town? "I believe the town could live again, for all it has suffered. The inhabitants are few but resilient."

The wizard is tall and lanky, dressed in a frock which today is a dark blue with little mauve paisleys and stars it seems dull and lifeless for a time while he is thinking the. It grows shiny when he smiles at Salen and talks with the Bard as introduced.

Can you play something fun and wild? He asks.

He wears a small pinkish backpack like something made for a little girl and he carries a sky blue handbag made of an unusual leathery material not unlike some marine animal hide. His feet are wrapped in bunny slippers that wrap up his shins in white wool to keep his bare legs warm. Little pink eyes look curious. He is riding a mule usually but when they dismount his mount follows.

The wizard Scolo wanders into the town with the blink bunnies popping in and out of his portal hats ... Glitter falls and the smell of ozone follows if any one approaches or makes a face he draws a little magic butterfly out of the air to float around there heads and tickle their tummies as he goes singing.

... Still I sing Bonny boys
Bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are Bonny!

For they all go bare
and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money!

His singing is off-key and his dance embarassing but who would ever say that?
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Brennus leads them through the strangely empty streets… which becomes less empty as they go along.  The people, few though they may be, show up to get a look at the strangers.  Especially Scolo, who is stranger than most.

There’s quite a mob, with everyone, Theoderic directs most of the Elven and Centaur troops he brought with him to take over the long unused tavern they pass- something with a big green mermaid sign.  It’s peculiar, a few think, to have a mermaid themed tavern so far from the sea.

Liloo the water sprite notes, “perhaps they simply forgot what a River Nymph looked like, but they knew there ought to be one here somewhere.

They pass many empty buildings, and along the way, they learn from Brennus what happened here- the battle with the giant, and the battles before, that depleted this place of Orcs.

The Ardennes Elves that came with Theoderic are a little embarrassed.  It involves them.  Their people.  And yet they’ve heard so little about this.

Finally they reach the grand temple complex.  It is a walled complex on the south side of the town, consisting of a large public temple (where the battle with the giant was fought) a private priests' temple, along with studies, an old library, a collection of ancient stone monoliths, and some support buildings, all gathered around a big reflecting pool- warm water, slightly steamy in the spring air, fed by both cool streams from the hills, and hot underground sources.

They review the temple, and at last gather to consider their next moves.

Aelasuria shakes her head slightly with a gentle expression as she continues softly. "There is no need to apologize. I understand completely that these are dangerous and hard times. I am certain that the town given a chance will flourish once more."

Glancing over at Scolo she smiles and even though it wasn't really necessary she introduces him. "And that Brennis is Scolo the wizard. He's a interesting fellow who has traveled with us for a while. He is a little eccentric though there is no reason to worry."

"Theo the Tavern might have been abandoned. However it's possible there might be stores of Ale in the basement. Food is far less likely though with the challenge of keeping everyone in provisions it might be worth checking." Looking at Liloo with a smile she continues with a look of interest. "Perhaps they did. If the river is close by perhaps we should see if we can say hello to the Nymph of the river. She might have news or be interested in hearing that the water garden is safe now."

She is intrigue by the reflection pool gently trailing her fingers through the water. Unless of course there is some sort of warning that such is not to be done. "It's like a hot spring Theo. Something rare and nice to take advantage of unless it's prohibited for various reasons. I wouldn't mind looking through the library as well as long as it's permitted. You never know what you will find in such places. Some books are true gems well worth the time to find and read."

Scolo impulsively wanders into the library. His childish and erratic manners calm with joyful anticipation. For if there is one thing the loremaster respects it is sturdy for its own sake and the collection of knowledge, stories and ideas.

Heolstor made his way to the temple, walking Aquae Grannis' hollow streets alone but for Pwyll's company as he moved in the procession's wake. It was quiet, and no wonder at that: the people here likely had no notion of how to deal with the current and previous days' events. Not but a week prior they had been slaves. Some, he supposed, for their entire lives.

Lord Strang entered the temple without fanfare. A crow sat atop his shoulder, dark eyes watching warily from its perch as the bird took in a host of new faces. Tall, dark-haired, and bright-eyed with a sword at his belt and shield at his back he fit the bill of a warrior: though the armor he wore looked to be cut from a snake's scale, rather than steel. Without a word he took up a place among the assembled, offering a nod of recognition to King Theoderic and his bride. The others, the Saxon thought as his olive-green eyes rolled over them, he had not yet met.

Petra entered as well, shortly after Heolstor.   She gave courtesy to the King and Queen, and then without much preamble, proceeded to impart what she knew:

"We have re-consecrated the temple to Belenus, my lord and lady.   Apparently, his relationship with the Nymphs is a close one, and has imbued this place with divine power.  It is why it was selected as the site for the temple, originally.  The reconsecration should allow his power to again be dominant here.   Moreover, the Wurm tributary is a part of Lady Mosanna's domain, and the source of the Wurm is these very springs.  I am rather certain she will know the changes that have taken place here, therefore."  Petra paused momentarily, then added:

"There is something else I must inform you all of, too. I have not even told my lord Heolstor, as yet. I was sworn to secrecy on this by Mosanna herself, until after Aquae Grannis had been secured.  For very good reason.  She told me that a Hun warlock had been at work here, trying to produce a portal that would allow the vile waters of the Styx to pour into the springs.  It was a secondary agenda, after combating the Elves, not a priority of theirs.  And that is why she wished it to remain secret;  for fear that if the Huns knew she was aware, then it would become high priority to finish. And why the retaking of this place was a priority above even the Water Garden.  During the reconsecration, I went about and very thoroughly checked for emanations of evil, and could find none.  And also cast a purge of invisibility.  I do not know if the Hun's spell-worker was amongst the dead, but it should be endeavored to find out.  And Aquae Grannis guarded and watched, for the immediate future." 

Usually, Salen would be found at the inn, making new friends and exchanging stories and...enjoying the fruits of such an establishment. But not this time, not today. And not just because of Scolo's singing. Instead he makes his way with his companions - and others - to the temple complex.

The reflecting pool is quite large and grand, and appears quite mystical with the steam rising off it. He finds he wants to head for the old library and see what it is like, part of his new, more studious self. But there are other matters to attend to, and so he joins everyone in the temple proper. There was someone here, a human warrior of renown, that he had not met. And so, before things got overly formal, he decided to introduce himself.

"Lord of Lingones? An honour to meet you, Sir. I am Salen Soulwater of Geneva. How has the fighting been?"

For now since it's obviously a very important meeting she puts off her desires to peek into the library. Aelasuria gives Helostar and Petra a warm welcoming look and smile. She makes a graceful elvish gesture of greeting and respect. Then listens to Petra speaking of the secret that Lady Mosanna had imparted to her. "Thank you Petra for this very important news. Theo if we can we should call on the elves and other available people to reinforce Aqua Grannis. We can't afford to let the Huns open a portal to the River Styx here. Strategically it would be fruitful if we can strike any nearby forces before they can gather into one much larger army and attempt to retake Aqua Grannis. That or hit them where it hurts so they keep their eyes focused elsewhere."

Brennus nodded as the Queen spoke; he agreed as much himself.

He stayed uneasily silent as the others spoke, uncertain as to exactly where his standing was.  On the one hand it had been a great relief to see the arrival of the royals and the promise of military support. On the other hand he could feel his unofficial lordship of Aquae Grannis slowly ebbing in the face of Petra's spiritual authority and Heolster's heroism. His hopes of a real title were fading away.

Still it would all be for naught if the Orcs returned in strength.  "My Queen the collected arms and armour of the elves are available if you wish to send them. I admit I am no expert but I believe I saw the emblems of the Lighthawks and the Taurvants. There was also a blade with an unquenchable thirst to slay to the giant." He was unable to conceal a shudder as he thought of the sword that had a will of it's own.

"The honour is mine, Salen Soulwater." Heolstor replied, offering the elf his hand. "I've heard tell of a bold warrior by the same name. You look to be him, if I'm any judge." As they shook hands, Pwyll watched from his handler's shoulder, corvid eyes set on the meeting hands.

The Saxon set his hand on his blade's sheath, letting his fingers rest easily on its pommel. For a moment he considered the question, looking Southward for a heartbeat as he weighed his response. "It has gone well. We freed Tullum on our march from Lingones at little cost... and routed the Hunnic spear intended for the Ardennes at Beda. Our armies put the steel to them, and I pursued those few lucky enough to escape with their hides." Heolstor continued, though now he frowned uncertainly. "Any other warlord would turn his ambitions for the Ardennes aside after the defeat the Emperor suffered there, and elsewhere."

"But the Emperor is not other warlords." He admitted.

"The fight was short here. Priestess Faust gave us breath - and we approached from within the canals, under the water's surface, all the way to this pool." Heolstor nodded to a series of steps leading out of the water. "Then I led our band out, and into Silok's chambers, where we slew the giant. My men outside seized the walls and gates shortly after."

"It was bloodless, save for Silok and his Hunnic henchmen, thank the gods." Lord Strang seemed particularly vehement about that last point, looking to Petra with a relieved smile. Heolstor's voice grew a bit louder momentarily after that, and he glanced in Theoderic's direction perhaps suggestively. "Since then, Brennus has taken leadership among the locals and started to rally them to rebuild. The boy has a keen mind and a will to lead."

"But what of your tale, Salen of the Soulwater? You have won glory of recent, that I do not doubt." Heolstor invited, warmer than he had been upon his arrival.
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Because of the overlapping story lines here, I am breaking out a few parts.  For those that want to wander the library/private temple area, go here:  The Temple of Belenus and Mosanna.    At the moment, it is Scolo.


In the great public temple, they meet.  Theoderic is surprised that Heolstor’s relatively small force took Aquae Grannis so easily.  Then, he learns that the defenders here were also few in number, and dependent on their own strength- the giant.  They fled as soon as they learned he was dead.

”It’s a blessing and a curse at the same time, “ Theoderic says.  “And I understand it.  The Huns are brutes, but from time to time there are Huns who have the capacity for strategy.  They keep their larger force back… Juliacum, it sounds like.  This place, and the other exposed places along the border, such as Coriovallum I would guess, are then lightly held.  But we cannot hold it ourselves, as long as the Huns are in Juliacum, because they would return here as soon as our backs were turned.

”As Aelasuria says, we cannot leave them with a larger force in position to retake this place.  If we cannot route them from Juliacum, then, we have not won, because we do not have the forces to leave a garrison here.  And the Hun shaman Petra was warned of… obviously he was not here.  We have to press on, if there is to be any hope of finding him.  Heolstor, we bring a troop of Centaurs, and some Elven warriors with us.  Are your men ready to move again?  This next time, I fear there will be stronger opposition.”


Outside, the troops and the increasingly amazed survivors of Aquae Grannis know none of this.  Centaurs!  Elven warriors!  For them, this is a time of wonder.  With what little they have, they welcome the liberators.

A shadow passed across Brennus's face as Theoderic spoke. There was nothing he disagreed with in his liege lord's assessment but it was a terrible blow to his standing that the King, even with the promoting of Lord of Lingones had seemingly forgotten him or deemed him inconsquential. With effort he remained silent, determined not to show his humiliation.

As the group discusses, Gia shows up.  The peasant woman, formerly one of the “bread team” assigned by the Huns to make the bread rations for the Humans here, is now a sort of manager, in the ad hoc hierarchy established by Brennus.

She has taken it upon herself to bring everyone food, because that’s what she figures ought to be done.  Important guests, right?  There should be food.  She has fresh bread.

Gia sets things out in front of Brennus, reporting to him:  “There is a celebration beginning outside, sir,” she says.  “No one planned it.  But when everyone saw the Centaurs, and the others, they are very happy.”

At this, Theoderic realizes that Brennus seems to have taken charge here.

”Lord Brennus, what is the condition of the people here?” he asks.  “How many are here?”


There is some worry in his face.  There are not many resources to spare, if they need substantial help.  And if they are in danger... it is impossible to evacuate them.

"Thank Gia, it is alright. I shall be along shortly." Brennus replied. He gave the woman a smile  before turning his attention back to the monarch.

"Not many my King." Brennus admitted. "Perhaps two hundred or so, though I believe there are quite a few held in the Hunnish slave camps. Nor are the survivors here fit for war; there are few young men in good health amongst them. Perhaps the treasure liberated from Silok's horde could go to the hiring of sellswords to defend this place while our own soldiers are employed elsewhere?"

Heolstor took pause when Petra revealed Mosanna's intimation. Things, as they always did, seemed to grow more complicated by the moment. Did this fel intent change the situation? Did it mean, again, that he must delay his return to Lingones? The Saxon raised a hand to his forehead, running it back over his black hair as his thoughts churned. Heolstor's mind warred against itself: concern for his people and his sense of duty arrayed opposite his desire to see this matter settled and the Huns crushed thoroughly.

He would have liked a clear answer. Unfortunately, life was not made of these. For the first time he wondered if Patre Arctos' zealotry did not have its benefits. Did that dwarf ever doubt his path? Heolstor's olive eyes rolled over the assembled. Measuring. Considering. They caught up on Petra, like a hare caught in the briar, as he smiled warmly but resignedly.

Before Silok, Heolstor would not have needed to consider his course. To find his enemy, to best him in glorious combat, and to win glory. That was a warrior's purpose... But somehow things had changed in those last few days. He still hated the Huns, but that fire was tempered by something else.

How had his men fared on the march back? What of Einhard and Tullum? Was Lingones prepared for the coming winter? Did the Huns rally, even now, outside his own realm in preparation to attack? What would happen if this shaman succeeded in bringing the Styx to the mortal realm? Would it mean all their eventual ends?... And if Theoderic failed, what end would come to Aquae Grannis?

Nothing happy, Heolstor surmised.

Then Theoderic asked his question. The request, the presumption, of aid obvious. "My men are ready to march this hour, King Theoderic, if the need for their blades is there." Heolstor replied. The Saxon warlord looked to his Frankish counterpart, face still like stone and stance stolid as an old oak. "The bloodletting was light here, none are wounded beyond riding. Few are wounded at all."

He stood back, stretched, placing his thumbs between the girth of his belt and the scales of his armor. The Saxon nodded considerately, chin heavy, as the sun came through the temple's doors to cast his face dichromatically. One half caught in light, the other in shadow.

"... And I have my ways, I could enter this city by day or night without detection. Perhaps open a gate or make way for your vanguard... But if I am to move on Juliacum with you, it must be now or it cannot be at all." Heolstor explained. The weight of his words sat heavy on his shoulders, but he bore it well. "My people have done without me for the duration of this campaign. At some point, I must return to them. I serve at their pleasure, not my own. So: before winter's grip is tight on the land, I must be gone."
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"I would be happy to look over this Arms and Armor Brennus. I can perhaps tell you specifics about the sword witch had a thirst to slay a giant. Such is rare and likely powerful magical sword. Are these items far from here? I see your Familiar with Elvish family crests. Have you spent much time amongst the elves?" She thought it likely he had especially if he was familiar with their crests. Though she couldn't be certain or if he had what exactly the relationship had been.

listening to the conversation between Heolstor and her brother she found the details interesting. Taking note of everything he said she speaks softly to Theo. Keeping it as private as possible as she knows as king she didn't want to put him in a difficult position if people overheard. "If Lord Brennus has already taken charge here perhaps he could be appointed in some capacity? They already look to him for leadership and trust him. If he plans on staying in this area he might even be able to lead whatever force protects Aqua Grannis.  If he plans on aiding in different struggles against the Huns you need men you can trust to lead various forces."

She whispers to Theo uncertain of such proceedings. "Perhaps a knighthood if you plan on having knights. Or something else if he is already above that title. I am sharing my thoughts Theo as I feel you should do what you feel is right."

She smiles for a moment at Brennus as well as Helostar listening as the man continues the conversation. She was happy to know they would have more of the desperately needed people to successfully repel the Huns.

Theoderic nods at Brennus's words.  “Mercenaries.  In any other time they should be avoided.  But this is not any other time.  There are plenty of men from Gaul who would take the job, if they could be paid for it.  After all... Gaul has the 'Emperor's Peace' now and has no need for fighting men.”

Then he looks around at the others. “But in the short term... the best way to secure the safety of those here is to destroy the threat, is it not?  Juliacum is the battle I thought would take place here.  It is a river line, and I hope, defensible, if we can take it.” 

He sends word back to the others.  There is a general mood of celebration in the town, among inhabitants and the warriors, who were understandably happy to have things go so easily.

Then Theoderic speaks with Heolstor:

“Your efforts have done you much credit already.  It would be no shame if you had thought you had done enough, so I appreciate your effort in the battle to come.  We shall move quickly.  We will do what we can to gain a report on the foe, but we will be quick and decisive.  And you have your ways to take a gatehouse… and you are not the only magic we have.  Aelasuria can turn the tide of a fight with her magic. First, we must learn what we can of what we face there.”


And to Brennus, he adds; “In a very short time, you may find yourself with more than Aquae Grannis to worry about.  This is not Heolstor’s domain, and he will be leaving after this campaign is over.  Someone will be needed, not only here, but all the lands between the Meuse and the Wurm.  If there is no steady hand here, driving out the Huns will not end the miseries here.  Juliacum is next… are there any here with knowledge of that place?”

"There is a youth my King, called Orreg. He has been to Juliacum and can perhaps help with war plans. I'll go and find him at once."

Brennus departed, intent on finding the local boy and returning with him as soon as possible.

"Then it looks like we will be going to Juliacum. I will do my best Theo when the time comes. Perhaps there is a bit of terrain aside from the river we might take advantage of. Perhaps make one of our own if we can make a few things before the Hun army arrives to fight us."

She nods at Brennus words then watches him go as he seeks the boy he speaks of. Glancing at Theo she speaks to him softly. "We should be careful in case the Huns have any surprises up their sleeves. They haven't been shy about using magic or even demons to aid their cause. If there is time to prepare perhaps you can fortify the line you wish to hold. Dwarves are renowned for such skill in both defense and offensive actions."

Brennus returns with Orreg.  He's a tough looking teenage boy in ragged clothes, who looks like he's had a very hard life.  For a while he's silent- all this company seems to intimidate him.  Then, with prodding from Brennus, he starts telling what he knows of the town of Juliacum.

It isn't alot, as he was there only once, when the prisoners were moved.

Theoderic asks about "prisoners."

"Elves and Humans and some Fey creatures I think," the boy says.  "They were here for some ceremonies the Huns had, but the Elves were looking to rescue them, so they moved them further away, to Juliacum."

According to Orreg, there are also Humans in Juliacum, and not only slaves and prisoners- some are working for the Huns.  There's a whole street they call Blackguard Court in the middle of the town, and there are a few Humans working for the Huns in charge, and the tavern and shops in the street are all there just for them.

He has a little help from others with more historical knowledge, like Brennus, who can fill in historical gaps.

Juliacum is built on both sides of the Ruhr River, and the bridge is the most important feature of the town.  Over centuries, businesses tried to set up as close as possible to the bridge, to maximize exposure.  Eventually they built right up onto the bridge, and the bridge was engulfed, so that when you go into the town, you can't even see the river from the bridge.  But the shops are not there now- the bridge is home to some Orcs, that's all.

On the west bank is the "New Fort", large and surrounded by a moat.  An old temple is there.  On the east bank , there are two roads that come off to the north and then meet, forming a big triangle.  At the top (North end) of that triangle is the gate to the Blackguard Court.  On the far side of the Blackguard Court, the northeast corner of the town, is the Old Fort.

Orreg remembers that the prisoners were off loaded in the Blackguard Court, and brought to the Old Fort, marched down the street and teased and tortured and mocked by the Blackguards.

The Blackguards also had a Troll, a big creature with dirty knobby looking skin and big horns on its head.

(No one has ever seen a troll with horns on its head.  And Orreg never saw a Troll before.  But he does not know what else to call this.)

There are at least three times as many people there as here, he says, but a lot of Orcs, too.  He has no idea of how many.  A lot.


Bridge is sort of like this:

 

"Hmm Theo are you thinking about a traditional siege? I had thought we might be able to dig a few trenches fortify outside and get them to come to you at a battle ground of your choice. On the other hand we could try to infiltrate the city strike them from within. Maybe get the people and prisoners to fight alongside us."

She considers possibilities seeing what Theo thinks and might have in mind in this particular case. Outside the city she could use more destructive spells freely. On the other hand that left the prisoners on the inside to their own devices. "The fact that they have human support and even a blackguard court could make things more difficult. We can't simply allow any human from inside that city to casually approach you or anyone else they might wish to try to capture or assassinate. We would need to protect our clerics, wizards, and others. Cirrus should avoid the front lines and possibly stay close to me or perhaps our healers since she can carry needed things and assist the wounded."

Pausing she considers the thing that supposedly is a troll. "I am not so sure it's a troll. Likely it's another Demon that will have to be dealt with. Likely it's going to be very important to take it down early in the battle. Plus any orc spell casters and obvious leaders. Blackguards could be a problem too so if anyone is obviously a blackguard take them down or capture them I think. We certainly could use fresh information on what the Hun Emperor might be planning. Theo have you considered the possibility of siege weapons?"

OOC: Even if we don't have clerics which most armies would have. We have to have some sort of triage units for the wounded.

OOC:
Wow, that is really interesting. I don't believe I've ever seen a bridge with actual buildings on it that weren't guard towers/gatehouses. Kewl!
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"Could we make it worth the while of these Blackguards to work for us?" Brennus asked, stroking his chin. "If they are able to get around and close to the Hun they would make valuable assassains to remove some troublesome hun leaders and spellcasters.  And I doubt any man willing to serve the Orcs would have moral scruples about poison or a knife in the dark.  We could perhaps make them a better offer."

”I don’t think we can manage a siege,” Theoderic says.  “It would take too long to summon and move a large army.  I must be mindful of Heolstor and his men.  They have been away from home a long time, and I am asking much as it is.”


”We must move against them with what we have… an army, a very small one, but with some useful skills.”

”We will help,” Gia says, pausing for a moment in her serving duties.

Theoderic looks over at her very suddenly, surprised.

”It really is a task for seasoned warriors,” he says.  “You would be in great danger.”

”We are in great danger,” Gia replies.  “And now are lives are still in danger.  If you win, we will survive.  Maybe.  But if you lose the Huns will retake this place, soon, and they will be very angry.  So you are making your bets with all of our lives.  The only sensible thing to do is anything we can to help you.  If only to pitch your tents and cook your food along the way, so that you are more ready when it is time to fight.”

”Only volunteers,” Theoderic says.  “You have our permission to ask.  Bring those who volunteer to Lord Brennus.”

Gia is very grateful, and leaves.

Theoderic considers the plan.

”We will need better reports than we have.  We will have to scout closely.  And… we need to hit Juliacum from the east.  That means we travel due east until we cross the Rur, and then turn north.  There are no roads, as far as we know.  It will be through wilderness.  We will begin scouting Juliacum while we are still on the move.”

At Brennus's suggestion of turned Blackguards... Theoderic notes they have one.  With Scolo.  Melissa. The only female Blackguard there was.

They have some time before they leave.  The Elves may wish to look at the Elven equipment here liberated from the Giant’s “Trophy Display.” That is in the other thread, The Temple of Belenus and Mosanna.  Message 6.

"Thank you for your understanding, Theoderic King. It is... difficult to step back from such an undertaking, especially one with so much at stake." Heolstor replied to Theoderic. "But if we are to fall on them like a storm, and shatter their defenses before they can prepare themselves: then this battle and my duties can be one."

"Petra and myself, by wing, can discover the disposition of our enemy. I will make it known to you and the rest of our companions." He continued, Pwyll chortling along contentedly from his shoulder. "Then we will march to Juliacum, put the Huns to the sword, and break the city's chains." It all fit together nicely. A fine plan, if the gods smiled upon them when the moment of truth came.

Theoderic's dismissal of a contemporary siege brings a nod of agreement from Lord Strang. The need to move quickly, with violence of action, could not be clearer. "If there are roads and secret ways through the wilderness, we will find them."

Then Heolstor moved to Petra's side, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder and looking into her dazzling eyes. He said nothing, smiling, til his hand dropped again to his side. "I'll see you in the clouds, when you're ready." Came his cryptic explanation. Then he stepped back, towards the temple's entrance. Pwyll stirred from his shoulder, disturbed by something unseen, black feathers ruffling as he alighted from Heolstor's back.

Then without a word of explanation, Heolstor changed. Obsidian feathers sprouted from his skin, he bent forward, arms taking on the shape of black wings. He grew smaller as the old gods' magic worked through him: morphing in the span of a few scant heartbeats. Almost too fast to see the change itself in its fullness. One moment a man stood amongst them, the next... a large raven.

The bird turned a bright corvid eye in their direction, head cocked back to look them over, then took flight by the same path Pwyll had taken.
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She nods slightly at Theo's words speaking softly. "Then it will have to be quick and decisive. I should go take a look at these items that Brennus mentioned. I will go to the temple of Brennus and be back soon Theo."

Aelasuria makes her way to the temple to look over the elvish items that had been stolen. It was the least she could do. Perhaps with any luck they could be put to good use in the fight against the Huns.

Later, somewhere up above...

Petra had been surprised by the manifestation of Heolstor's new talent; had laughed in delight.  Soon, he would be giving Tugdual a run for his money, if his magic continued to grow in this manner.

Even better, from her view, it supplied something else they could share. Albeit from very different perpectives.  One thing to ride a flying mount; another to do so via one's own power.

As she began to guide Hermod in the direction of Juliacum, she waved, and blew a kiss in the direction of her paramour turned avian.  It had taken her some time to adjust to such altitude.  Though she believed her bond with Hermod speeded the process.  If she had understood correctly from Tugdual, such shifting as Heolstor had done bestowed instinct, as well as form.  He would be spared the discomfiture she'd experienced while acclimating.  The cheat!   No, truly, she was glad of that.

Nonetheless, she spared an eye his direction at intervals. Just to ensure this first-flight was proceeding without any issues or mishaps.

And then, after a time...roughly midpoint between Grannis and Juliacum...Hermod's preternaturally sharp eyes spied movement below.

Not the sort that was unintentionally revealed. Some mishap of concealment, occasioned while skulking about.  No; this was someone seeking to be found, it would seem.

Petra signaled to Heolstor-Raven that she was going to begin a descent.
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Heolstor and Petra take off on their scouting duties, and Theoderic assembles the rest, using the abandoned tavern rather than the temple complex.

"Things aren't exactly as we thought they would be," he says, "but in battles, they seldom are.  It seems the Huns pulled back from this place.  We expected more here, but the Huns left it to a Giant and his troop of Orc warriors.  The Giant was killed by Heolstor, Brennus, Petra and Leanna.  The Orcs fled.  We also know that the road here, the one taken by Heolstor, was watched by enemy scouts.  They know we are here, and they are probably preparing for a fight.

"We do not have the luxury of waiting for them to move, or organizing a larger force.  I will not have Heolstor and his volunteers forever.  So we are going to try a quick move and a sudden surprise attack.  They have a demon, and at least one powerful shaman, and we will try to locate them and kill them quickly.

"Juliacum is several days away.  We will be hearing from our scouts and we will make a more detailed plan as we go along.  Rest and prepare this evening, tomorrow morning we will move out."

They form a long line with only a few flankers on the sides- Theoderic's instructions, because with a group like this, it will be easy to get scattered, or blunder into things, advancing along a wide front.  The terrain east of Aquae Grannis, once past the belt of fields and pastures around the town, is thickly forested.  Theoderic assigns the flank role to Centaurs and they seem happy with it.

Cirrus is told she cannot have a "scouting" role, despite the lure of excitement.  With a small pout she finds a spot near Karel.  At least, there is a musician to talk to.  A pair of Centaurs takes the rear guard position- following a small group of Gia's "volunteers" bearing all the supplies they can carry, and the few pack animals (donkeys) they had.

The land gets hillier, and they break for lunch at a stream, cool clear water coursing down from the Ardennes hills in the south.

Across the stream, there are Elven symbols, similar to what was seen before by several on the way to Aquae Grannis. The Ardennes Elves here can easily make sense of them.  Some of the "waymarks" used by the warders are secret, because when one is near the Elven settlements, one can use them to bypass the traps and other dangers the Elves like to shield their lands with.  They are, in a way, the 'Access Code" for Elven lands.   Elven warders and other Elves in border areas are supposed to know this, others are not.  Ayren Stargem, fortunately, comes from a clan of warders.  Though not a warder herself she knows what it means.

"We are coming upon Elven lands," she says.  "If we want to go forward, I should lead the way.  But I don't know this region."

The Ardennes Elves have a very "fuzzy" idea of their borders.  Not even they could draw an exact line around their kingdom.

Hmmmm.... A strange Ardennes Elf makes a friendly visit to the Chief of the Huns and there are Elf markings claming land the Huns control. It sounds like a nice story. I wonder who got the better deal in that meeting?

Are the Ardennes Elves unified or do they have factions?

It would be racist to assume all elves are good that would be like saying all orcs are bad.

Sometimes the unsane just say things. It doesn't have to be right or make sense.
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Aelasuria makes her way back to Theo joining him as they travel together. "Theo we have a bit to talk about. I found something out that seems a bit unusual for elves. First though I wanted to tell you and show you a little of what I have learned about some magical items we can use to fight the Huns. I researched two swords and a belt. Scolo might have identified the armor. If he's busy with other tasks though I will get to them in due time." First she carefully presents each sword in turn then the belt.

"One sword is definitely a fighters gift the other I think more suited to a ranger or anyone that spends a lot of time in the woods. It would even get you past a entangle spell. The belt is another matter it will take some thinking on how best to use it. It apparently can magically transport you to one very special person so long as you have a keepsake from them. That or it brings them to you."

She gently draws her fingers along Theo's hair. "Theo to test it I need a lock of your hair. That or some other keepsake your willing to part with? I suggest that your not on your horse if it calls you to me and I won't be on one either. When your ready?" When and if Theo provides such she moves away a rather good distance to test it.

If everyone agrees they soon find out who goes to who using the magic of the belt. Once that's out of the way she continues regarding the elves. "Scolo found the interesting information in the first place. It's thanks to Ayren's knowledge of the elf in particular that we know something is very unusual in the situation. I think the king and queen of the elves will need to know about this as soon as is reasonably possible."

"According to the message it introduces Therill Heayzan as a emissary. This is wrong mostly because my people any elf is all to aware that Orcs do not negotiate. They hate us so passionately that there is no reasoning with them making diplomacy impossible. The other thing that is highly unusual is that if the king and the queen did send someone it wouldn't be Therill Heayzan. That clan is not adventurous and even if the king and queen wanted to send a emissary there are other clans that would demand the position as a matter of honor. Which is why this entire matter deeply worries me. Something is out of sorts, however we don't have enough information to figure out what or why. Perhaps there was blackguard involvement, a demon's influence or worst would be some sort of corruption of the elvish people. It's rare but not unheard of for a elf to take a dark path. That speculation should stay between us. It could be taken very badly and there obviously is no proof of any such thing. The king and queen will no doubt investigate the matter thoroughly unless we take it on ourselves to do so directly. Regardless I think a message should be sent or if there is a volunteer to send someone."

Looking to Scolo she nods in agreement. "We have our share of bad people just like any other race. I just hope that isn't the case here."

OOC: IF theo Insists we can use someone else to test the belt. Still Aelasuria doesn't like the idea of asking someone else to do something she isn't willing to do. Thus her desire to test it personally.
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Theoderic has no shortage of capable scouts.  But he holds most of them back here- if this is Elven land, he wants a few of them exploring the land beyond the stream.  Ayren knows the waymarks of the warders, so she goes with them.  He asks Swift to search around as well.  Events have proven, if there is anyone with senses keen enough to locate and bypass the tricks and hazards the Elves leave on their borders, it is a Werefox.

During the “lunch stop” at the stream Melissa ponders the idea of Elves negotiating with Orcs, and Scolo’s rather “open ended” idea of Orcish personalities.

“I think they are all evil to the core,” Melissa says.  “And I’ve known quite a few.  Orcs, I mean.  Which makes me wonder.  Even if you had an Elf that would try to talk to Orcs, where would you ever find Orcs that would talk to Elves?  Aelasuria is right.  The Orcs hate Elves.  Intensely.  If you haven’t felt a hatred like that, you can’t understand it.  I wonder what the Elves ever did to them.”

Theoderic recalls Brennus, Petra, and Heolstor’s conviction that the magic items of the Elves ought to be returned to them.  But he still maintains that for this mission, the Elves would not mine them being put to good use.

He agrees to help Aelasuria test the belt.

And it works.  And yet, it is still puzzling.  The first time she tries it, it teleports her to Theoderic.  Right snug next to him.  But with the second test, it teleports him to her.  And then it doesn’t want to work again.  It appears to be one of those magic items that needs to rest a while between uses… but now that they know it works both ways, it is always in that order… or random?

The wizard may snooze a little while if there are breaks, eventually he will ride in the Wagon with all the gear and true to his word - he wil identify things for the queen. Between catnaps.

His mule will certainly like this, I hear being led is quite relaxing for a mule.

OOC: Karel would make sure to speak with Liloo before parting Aquae Grannis, unless Liloo is traveling with them.

Karel remains near Cirrus, attempting to distract her from the lure of scouting. He tells her of the ways of the Fey he has lived with, mostly water sprites and nymphs. He weaves tales of things seen and unseen, of woodland animals that were his friends, and others. One in particular he told was of the mischievous light, will-o'-the-wisp, that threatened to draw unwary travelers from the safe paths and into treacherous waters.

He listens to the others as well, though knowing little of relations between orc and elf he keeps his opinions to himself. One thing is for certain, the Huns have made more enemies than he thought possible for anyone. Each day brings him in contact with more people that have been wronged by them. Their touch is far more spread than simply the Meuse.

In due time, a trio of winged forms -- two avian, one equine --  were visible on the skyline, and heralded the return of the aerial scouting mission.

Most significantly of all, Petra's winged steed bore a passenger in addition to herself.  And this one had information which had to be brought to Theoderic, posthaste.

Petra wasted no time in escorting this individual into the presence of Theoderic, and any attending councilors, just as soon as it was possible.

"This is Haldred," she introduced the man.  "And he is an acquaintance of Orreg."

Plainly worn by some tribulation, it seems Haldred can shed a different light on Orreg's character.   As the man speaks, he reveals that Orreg worked in collusion with the Blackguards, out of fear, and that it was Orreg whom betrayed the escape attempt. Haldred himself only managed to survive by the river goddess's intervention.

Apparently, Orreg went so far as to even being considered as a recruit of the vile Hun's Hands.

On the other hand, his reported descriptions are not founded on deceit. Haldred confirms the accuracy of those; all of them.

Once the man is done with what he can tell, Petra chimes in "We have also learnt things about Juliacum that will be tactically useful to you.  However, I would like to note something else of great significance to begin.  Just as Infernal powers feed off of baleful emotion, things Celestial feed off those of weal. Sometimes it happens, in the face of great evil, people maintain strong hope and faith in spite of all.  While that did not occur here - as the people were broken in spirit -- things went differently in Juliacum. Different enough, to draw and retain a Celestial spirit. There is something like that at Juliacum. I felt it. I am very certain. And Heolstor as well. The Demon's utter wickedness has motivated something that holds out against it.  Giving us an ally that we did not anticipate."
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Aelasuria shakes her head with a touch of surprise when Melissa says she wonders what the elves did to the orcs. She was aware that Melissa didn't mean anything by it. "I think it's just a natural clash. Orcs are aggressive, cruel and only to willing to try to take whatever they want. So any time they entered our territory it got bloody fast. However legends say the hatred began with battles between their gods and ours. Lathander took Grumach's eye in one of their legendary battles. He's never forgiven us for that holding a special hatred in his heart for all things elfin."

With the testing of the belt she blushes, smiles and gives Theo a affectionate hug. "Well we certainly know how useful it is. Two uses and then I bet it has to rest probably for a day to recharge it's magical energy. What we don't know is how impressive the range is. Testing it from more then one thousand feet away isn't practical. The question is Theo is to whom the swords should be given? They are a elvish heritage so I would like to see them used by elves. However wisdom would seem that it's actually best to give them to whatever hero in our midst that will use it best and for good."

Pausing she continues softly. "The belt I am tempted to keep or give to you. It's something that could be a real life saver on the battle field or elsewhere. We need to keep you safe Theo and this is a way to do it.On the other hand it could be used creatively in theory to greatly shorten the time between getting a message to someone and having the messenger like Cirrus return instantly. On the other hand if she's captured the belt could be used against you. What do you think? In due time we also have three suits of armor to distribute."

"Finally we have three elvish cloaks that will aid in stealth. This will keep your scouts safe though I am fine with anyone putting them to good use for the good of all."

Listening to Petra's report Aelasuria looks to Theo speaking softly. "A powerful celestial spirit certainly is a blessing. For once we have a ally instead of a demon helping the Huns. Thank you Petra for this important information. Also thank you Haldred for what you have shared with us today as well. Petra do you need rest, food, drink?" Aelasuria felt it was customary to offer hospitality to any messenger, soldier or other that came to them.

Heolstor-raven fell from the sky just as Petra did, alighting gently on the ground. The massive corvid hopped forward, carried by the speed of its descent, surrounded by twisting muted lights thick with grey as it again changed. Slowly, the hopping raven took on the form of a man, gait carried on from his previous form's forward momentum unbroken.

It was unusual for Heolstor to be seen grinning - but here he did, from ear to ear like an ecstatic child. He had never before felt the wind beneath his wings... his, arms, rather. Had never flown. Had never worn the skin of another being. It had been... exhilarating, to say the least.

Petra said her piece, and said it well. Heolstor nodded in time to her words - he had felt the same. A great presence, resistant and opposite the demonic influence afflicting Juliacum.

To Aelasuria's offer, Heolstor shook his head in the negative. "We will see to our own needs, but thank you for your concern. My men have our supplies in hand."

"Theoderic of the Franks, you will find two forts arrayed in the defense of Juliacum. One to the Northeast, the other to the West. Beyond and between them a hastily prepared interior wall assembled from the Roman ruins." Heolstor revealed. "If we come from the East or the West, it will go hard for our men. To the North lies the most ideal route: if we come from that direction along the Northwestern extent of their defenses, where their hastily built wall is most vulnerable, it will blood us the least to take the city."

"The number of orcs I would place at a few hundred. A significant garrision, but this is not the horde we met at Beda. With this number and skill at arms - we will overcome them." Heolstor suggested, voice growing harder by the moment. "Haldred will reveal the rest: I need only know one thing, is Orreg among this number?"

Heolstor looked to Haldred, battered as the man was, his gaze a promise of steel. "I will have answers from that orc-hearted scum, or I will have blood."
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Caution:  this became quite a long post.  Most of it is Haldred's story.

Liloo is still traveling with the group.  Though the battle at Aquae Grannis is done, the Water Sprite does not feel the old sacred place is free, yet.  It is not over.  Liloo has decided to see this through to the end.

The water sprite has been talking to the water, of course, but otherwise, tends to be around Karel, and listen to tales of Fey.  Adding in his own, of course.

It has Cirrus fascinated- the fact that Karel, a human, knows so much more about the subject than she does impresses her.  She didn't know there was so much to learn.

Liloo adds some insight.  The Fey are magical beings of nature, but they are a very diverse group, and they have sub-categories most people don't think about.   The main split is between the "Fey folk" and the "Nature spirits".  The first group includes the sprites, like Liloo.  They are magical beings infused with some aspect of nature.  The second group, to which Cirrus is apparently a member, has a much deeper relationship with nature.

"Souls of nature," Liloo says.

"What does that mean?" Cirrus asks.

"I have a soul.  Karel has a soul," the water sprite says.  "If you are a Sylph, then you do not have a soul.  You ARE a soul, a soul made solid."

"Whose soul?"  Cirrus asks.

"Geula is the soul of her water.  A Sylph is the soul of her air."

* * * *

But meanwhile, Haldred, the boy Petra rescued, is speaking to Heolstor…

“After they Elves tried to escape, the Blackguards talked to Orreg,” Haldred says.  Three of them.  Humans.  Men, all in black.  One we’ve seen here before, because he came around Aquae Grannis now and then.  He’d talk to the Orcs, and Silok.  Never us.  But I saw him there.  And another, who was older, and ran the wagon that carried the slaves.  Right up to then I thought he was just another servant, but he’s more.  The others called him Korvig and they respected him.  And then there was a third they called Adlud, and he was younger and he looked like a fighter.  They told him how he might be with them one day if he was smart, because that’s where all the rewards were.  ‘Everything you like’, they said. But then they took me away with the Elves, because we were going to be slaves, and I didn’t see what happened to Orreg after that.”

By this time there are a few others listening to Haldred’s tale, among them Theoderic, who prods the boy with a few questions.  Haldred continues with his story.

“They brought us into the town, across the bridge.  And it was lined with old shops and now it was full of Orcs… like Orc shops, they were making armor and weapons and things.  Orcs were everywhere, and the Elves kept their heads down and hidden.  And they turned and we went into a gate, into the Blackguard Court.

“That was a pretty nice street.  It had a few shops, there was a tailor and a barber and a little store and a minstrel with a lute singing, and in the middle of it, they unloaded all the Elves.  And that’s when the Elves tried to escape.  They had magic. A little, not enough.  One was making fire appear, and set one of the Blackguards on fire.  One turned into a big white eagle, but Korvig did something, and it turned the Elf back into an Elf, and things all went wrong.  They wanted to get to the river, but they couldn’t make it.  There was this other creature, like a big tall red troll with horns on its head.  It could jump really far, and it wasn’t hurt by the fire, and it could make things… rocks, wood, dirt… swirl up and attack.  So all the Elves were caught again.  Then the Blackguards thanked Orreg for giving them warning.  And then they started talking to him, and they took the rest of us away.    They told us, we picked the wrong side and now we were prisoners like the Elves.

“So Orreg stayed in the Blackguard Court.  We went down some stairs in the inn and through a tunnel, a long line, I don’t know how far.”

“How long did you walk in the tunnel?”  Theoderic asks.

“A few minutes… I don’t know.”  The boy says.

“Many old forts had secret tunnels,” Theoderic says.  “But likely not under a river.  It sounds like you went to the fort Heolstor described at the northeast.”

“Well, it was a big stone chamber when we came out.  And on the other side, there were others.  A few Orcs.  One was a shaman, like the one we had here. I could tell.  There was the red troll thing.  And another thing, like a huge Ogre that was part frog or toad, with green gray knotty skin and it smelled bad.  Really bad.  And it looked all the Elves over and claimed a few, including the ones that had used magic.  And most of the time they were speaking a language I don’t know, but then the thing told the Blackguards, in our language, “These might be enough.  We shall see.”  The put iron collars on those Elves, and they got taken to the dungeon.  Then it gave a  lady Elf, to the Blackguards, and one Elf man to the Orc shaman, and the rest, and us, were taken to the dungeon too.

“After that, we were all in separate cells.  And some cells had Humans, too, and I think some had Fey creatures.  They were hurting some of us, I could tell.  I was there for a long time.  Prisoners came and went.  I don’t know how long.  But they made me work, and so I worked, and then one day I was taking firewood to the Orcs, and I was crossing the bridge, and there was a loud noise and suddenly one of the shops on the side of the bridge had fallen down.  And there was a man, like he was made of light, standing there but only I could see him.  And he said jump, and she will catch you.  So I jumped down into the river.  And that is how I got away.”

"Demons." Heolstor muttered distastefully. He had faced the same, on several occasions. Each time they'd left a bitter taste in the Saxon's mouth - he knew no more disgusting a being, and no more terrible an enemy. As Haldred described the demons' capabilities Heolstor listened carefully. It seemed those servants of the infernal powers would be their greatest obstacle here. A few hundred orcs were, by comparison, an immaterial threat.

"You have faced terrible trials, Haldred." Heolstor stated simply, words coming slowly as he considered the full weight of what the boy had bore. "You are a strong man to have endured, and to have escaped. If your elven friends still live, they will walk free again." Pwyll circled overhead. The bird twisted to fly diagonal to the ground, long black wings cutting through the wind, eyes on the company of men and elf below.

"... And it seems our enemy is nearing their goal, this bloodletting being a means to their end. The shaman. So many demons in one city. It is no coincidence." Heolstor grasped the hilt of his blade firmly, stoney face turned to the Frankish king as his olive eyes worked through the enemy's machinations.

"If we were to attack, would the enemy be able to initiate their rite?" Heolstor asked of the assembled. "Perhaps this cannot be so simple as storming the walls."

One of Heolstor's riders approached, a young Burgundian warrior. Heolstor pulled him aside separately. "Find me Orreg, if that boy is here, and bring him to me. Do not let him escape. He serves the Huns - and has much to answer for."

Nodding slightly Aelasuria listens to Heolstor's discussion on tactics and numbers of the enemy. Hearing the young mans description of what happened her expression is concerned thinking about the prisoners that needed rescuing. Especially the elves who were most likely to be sacrificed in some evil ritual. She was also a bit angry at the horrors some of them no doubt faced already.

With a serious expression she nods slightly again. "We must hurry Theo. The demons alone prove whatever is going on there is important to the Hun's plans. More importantly if we are to save them we can't waste any time. We could send in a small advance group in a effort to use stealth and scouting. It would increase the chance of saving the prisoners and interrupting any hasty ritual they might try to do if we assault the fort with a large army."

"Naturally we will want to kill their demons, shaman and any leaders as soon a possible in the battle. If we can't manage something by stealth we will have to hit them as hard and fast as possible. Opening the gates from the inside would help that greatly." She waits to see if they had Orreg to question. It was very possible he might have very useful information he might be very eager to share. Considering Heolstor didn't appear to be one in the mood for mercy right now.

OOC: Just a thought. IF it's possible to capture the gate undetected and open it. The Huns will be in serious trouble. Especially if they feel safe and a lot of them are sleeping.

 Theoderic wraps up the lunch camp early.  Hearing what he has heard he has no wish to move slowly.  He sends Ayren and a few others ahead, and has everyone up and moving- east, into land which, judging by the Elven waymarks, is considered an Elven territory.

Heolstor has to interview Orreg “on the march”.  His s warrior finds Orreg back with  Gia and the civilian camp-makers.  The little group from Aquae Grannis is high spirited, excited to be away from home, and doing something important, for the first time in years.

Orreg looks surprised that anyone would call him out on what he said or did.

Even when brought before Heolstor he defends himself vehemently:   “It wasn’t like that!  They’d just as soon kill anyone!  I just wanted to come home, and that was how they let me.”

He offers to help.  “They have people there, working with them.  Human people, I mean.  They get rewards.  Money, treasures, and girls.  But you have to be with them, or else.”

Very soon after crossing into Elven territory, they run into some of its defenses.  There are plants here with long, very sharp thorns that seem to be made of glass.  In the forest, hidden in the ordinary brush and leaves, the thorns are almost impossible to see.   Someone trying to casually brush aside some leaves, or walk through brush, can easily be stabbed.  Only staying on the trails is safe- or, if you can become a Fox, you can walk under it.

Oh, another city ... opening gates eh? how simple. Scolo yawns when he hears there is another attack going on... he checks his hat for the blink bunnies,

hello?

She rides quietly letting Theo handle things as she trusts his judgement. Keeping a eye on things she stays alert in case there are any signs of Huns or other nastiness in the area. Once they were in elven territory she speaks softly to Scolo and Theo. "It shouldn't be long. It's very unlikely a group as large as ours could enter their territory without it being reported back to whoever is in command of their outer patrols. It's likely someone might greet us. Then again it is possible they might wait till we are much closer."

Aelasuria follows Ayren's lead carefully helping as she can if anyone starts to stray. They had to proceed carefully lest someone get hurt. Worse possibly spring a trap meant for Huns had any been placed where orcs might carelessly put their feet.

For all that Heolstor Strang was the love of her life, and had never turned anything but a gentle hand toward herself, she could almost pity even a blackheart who happened to truly incur his wrath. Yet she too had sentiments for a traitor that were in nowise gentle. And wouldn't gainsay if summary justice were decided against such a one.

But Orreg, once found and summoned, had more the seeming of a desperate boy, than a dedicated saboteur.  That didn't wipe clean what he'd done -- but, it did urge moderation in dealing wit him.  She placed a hand on Heolstor's arm.

"His descriptions were accurate and honest," she reminded him.  "He might be telling truth here, as well. Marking him self serving, rather than evil. Whatever may be said of dishonor, not everyone is willing to die for greater causes.  But I think we should be certain he is telling the truth. There is a Godly invocation that may help." 

Petra will cast and use Zone of Truth to ensure Orreg is being honest about his motives.  Heolstor can ask the questions, if he wants.  But she will advise him to be very specific; because the magic doesn't prevent being evasive, only lying. 
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Heolstor felt Petra's hand on his arm and understood her meaning. Though his face was cross, merciless as a winter storm, he let silence hang between them as he thought through what fate Orreg truly deserved. There was certainly a part of Heolstor that wished to decry him then and there, and order that he suffer a traitor's fate, but Petra's mercy and the events of the past week stayed his hand.

He had been eager to mete out justice before, and it had nearly cost him what he held most dear.

"Tell me the exact number of blackguards you encountered. Describe them, in detail." Heolstor demanded of the young man. Whatever he answered, truthful or not, the Saxon was certain what his fate would be for now...

"Regardless of your youth, or your fear, you did what you did. If you were my man, I would give you over to the halls of your fathers and let them decide on your innocence in the afterlife." Heolstor spoke, voice hard and pitiless. "... But you are not. You are not mine to punish. You are not mine to forgive. So instead I will have you bound - your own people, those you betrayed, will decide your fate. I would think hard on what you might do to redeem myself, were I you."

"Perhaps that will earn you their leniency." Heolstor suggested.

To his warrior, Heolstor explained: "Bind his hands. At night, when we pause on our march, bind his feet as well. He will face the justice of his own people, when the time comes." Heolstor looked to Petra, face absent of passion, as his warrior restrained Orreg and led him away to be bound.

Heolstor was suspiciously absent much of the rest of the march. Though, oddly enough, a sizable fox seemed to move through the brush in front and beside their columns... Staying curiously close to them for a wild animal.
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Because we have several things going on at once, this thread is going to divide, even though in time and space they are still together.    The new “Marcodurum” thread is for anything involving the Elves.  If it doesn’t involve the Elves, it will stay here.

Aelasuria’s assessment of the Elves is correct; such a large group does not pass unnoticed, and the group is soon met by several of the local Elves, who help them pass more efficiently.  Though they have not seen Humans in these lands in many, many years, they have no reason to distrust now, not with such a group as this.  Not only are there Elves, but a Unicorn AND a Winged Horse!  Elven aloofness is won over quickly.

They head for the Elven settlement of Marcodurum, and talk along the way.

Meanwhile, Heolstor questions Orreg.  The boy seems chastened and scared.

”I saw five,” he says.  “But then, there were people in the village court, the tavern, Juliacum Court Alehouse.  I don’t know if anyone there was a part of them.  But there was the Korvig the driver, and Adlud his helper, and Markos who is the master slavekeeper there, and two more, I don’t know the names.  The other people in the Blackguard court… I think some of them are slaves.  Like some of the tavern girls, and the tailor’s helpers, I think.  Not all.  Sort of.”

He describes a strange “sliding scale” of slavery:  while no one but the blackguards are actually free to leave, some of the workers are more privileged than others.  Orreg can’t nail down an exact “who is a slave” definition.  The people who work on the farms, for example- they can’t leave, they have strict and harsh work quotas, but they are not kept in cells.  They can drink at the alehouse, too.  (That’s about all they can do, so they do it.)

Afterwards, Heolstor turns him over to the villagers to watch over him.  He still looks chastened, but a little less scared.

Many members of the group have experience with Elven civilization.  Many actually are  Elves.  But there are those for whom this is a strange new experience- especially the people they brought along from Aquae Grannis.

They stick to a nervous cluster.  The current alliance between Humans and Elves does not have a long history, in fact, Theeoderic and Aelasuria more or less created it.  As far as the people of Aquae Grannis knew, the Elves were a mysterious, magical people of the forest, and their lands were very dangerous, and the Elves weren't inviting to strangers.  So the people from Aquae Grannis stay in a tight, worried mass.

And in the middle of course, a closely watched Orreg.  The people of Aquae Grannis have known him for years, and now, the boy who has lived among them, one of their own, can no longer be trusted.  The situation only adds to the general worry.

Cirrus realizes their predicament.  She knows what she can do to help them.

She has one gift to share and that is music, so she finds her place with them, and sings them songs.  They gather around, enthralled.  They've heard her before, in Aquae Grannis, when she and Karel sang for them, but they are along way from tired of the sound.

“You're really amazing,” Orreg says.  Gia scowls at him.

Children all know each other.  Like they all belong to one big club.  Now, as teens, Orreg and Haldred realize they have very little in common other than the location of their home, but in their last years as children, they played together and so know each other well.

Haldred was the local boy.  Born into Aquae Grannis, actually, to an aristocratic family, and adopted by other survivors when his family was wiped out.  Survivors of a war are like that:  families are so important to the soul that people will form them ad hoc, out of whoever is available, when they are short of blood relatives.

He’s grown up under the heel of Orc masters, and then Silok.

Orreg, on the other hand, is a runaway.  A boy who escaped the Huns elsewhere- he doesn’t know himself- six years ago and found his way to Aquae Grannis.  And here he decided, no further.  He was still with Huns, but at least here there was food and shelter he could have.

Haldred is not surprised to see Scolo, but is very curious about the strange “bird”.  With teenage bluster he shows that he is not afraid.

”I’ve seen magic,” he says.  “Lots of it.  Orc magic, mostly.  Demon magic.  I saw a little of Elf magic.  You’re not an evil wizard, or they wouldn’t have you here.  But there’s evil magic where we’re going.  I’ve seen it.  What kind of magic is your bird?”

Edgar enjoys the recognition, Hello young man, hello -  he says and alights stretching and reshaping his body from time to time, he watches Cirrus, Lovely to see you again. Edgar is always more polite than Scolo.

But in his nose blowing grinning and weeping even Scolo seems a little better for a moment, hard to say if it will last, for with Sanity, often comes regrets and pits of despair, ... but not now, no no... His bunny slippers are looking silky and soft today with a pastel comfy bedroom feel. His clothes are green.

Evil wizard? hmmm perhaps not, evil is hat, its flumby to think only me me me. But most of us can't keep it up all the time Hmmmm? Carrots! I'm not a good wizard either - no not good... he pauses his face darkens for a moment with memories. but then he sneezes and a butterfly is born from his left nostril - it wriggles a bit spreads its wings and begins flying around his head and he laughs.

Magic? you've seen magic have you? and what about your friend hmmm? Have you both seen magic?

OOC: Is Orreg bound?

I've done magic, all kinds, I don't always see it though .... and I often forget..
good magic, orc magic, evil magic - Ive even done Demon magic. But it's no fun, no fun never again!

Edgar, he is the best magic there ever was, A friend. He's not really magic at all you know, he's just from a different place, the first place, the place we all come from one way or another ... but he came directly...

The butterfly turns black and green, it is spiky and menacing fluttering over Scolo.

Finally Scolo pulls back from his meandering and fixes the boys with an important look.

Sometimes, when you see a magic, when you see the things they do to make it, the hurt they use. You can know its power.

If you know it's power you can know its weakness, hmmm? like taking the air from it's wings

as he says that the butterfly flaps and flaps but looses pressur and it's wicked wings get stuck together, it balls up into a booger that Scolo eats right out of the air ... hmmmm cherry, would you like one?

He smiles,

Tell me all about the magic you've seen hmmm? let's see if we can figure out their secrets and steal their hurt...

Cirrus is one of those people who simply cannot avoid being “creeped out” by Edgar’s unnatural appearance.  The flapping thing that accompanies Scolo is just… wrong.  Not evil, not monstrous, just, something that does not belong here, and it makes Cirrus shiver.

Despite Edgar’s politeness, she hurries off without a word.

Scolo passes by the “Aquae Grannis Camp”.  Orreg is not bound.  Just watched.  Keeping him tied up, the others thought, would be too much of a burden on everyone.  They can handle one teenager, even if he is a strong boy, closer to manhood than Haldred.  He sits there, watching Cirrus hurry away, appreciating.  And ignoring Scolo, who talks to.. Haldred.  Of course.  Haldred and Orreg are “on the outs” and Orreg views everything through that lens.  Scolo is on Haldred’s side.

Haldred keeps away from where Orreg can see him closely, definitely out of hearing distance.

Haldred recapitulates the brief, failed escape attempt at Juliacum.  The Elf who made fire appear.  The Elf who changed into a giant eagle… and then, how the Huns undid it.  The Human who drove the wagon that carried the slaves, Korvig, undid the Elf’s magic and turned the eagle back into an Elf.  And the big red horned troll thing made the earth itself attack, hurling dirt and stones at the Elves, and rippling under their feet, knocking them off balance.

But that wasn’t the end of the magic he saw.  From his cell in the dungeon beneath the fort, he saw the Huns- Orcs, mostly, along with their Human friends, and that big toad-like Demon, take Elves and things like Elves but fishy (he describes the water sprites) and then return them later.  But later, even if it was just an hour, they looked pale and starved and shaking.

”One of the Elves said to me, they take our magic, and our souls,” Haldred says.  “That must be real magic, to take magic from another.  Do you think it's how they get their power?  Steal it?”

Heolstor stopped to speak with Gia, and those others gathered around her, as he made his way through the camp. He hung at the edge of their conversation, saying nothing, til he felt a sufficient silence make itself available. "What do you intend for the boy." The Saxon inquired, his voice flat and dispassionate. That he gave no name provided no great mystery: they would all know which boy he spoke of. Orreg. The turncoat.
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Gia looks at her friends and peers with concern.  “I don’t know,” she says.
Then one of the others speaks up- a weathered looking farmer, scarred and missing several teeth.   He has the look of someone who has aged prematurely, a result of years of hard labor in the fields.

“We have so few, it is not good to waste people.  I’d whip his hide for what he did, but he’s young, he says he was scared.  And if the Elves claim a weregild, how would he pay?  We have never had to judge someone.”

“We have no judge,” Gia says.  “It was the Huns.”

(Note for Heolstor:  This is in the other thread:
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Yes... yes - you have something, they steal...

hmmmmm what else? there is betrayal here no? perhaps more than usual...




Scolo thinks about what the boy is telling him, with what he knows about demons. usually there is a sin a particular kind of suffering for a demon he tries to identify what demon they may be dealing with.

"You are right. The boy cannot pay weregild." Heolstor agreed with the old farmer. "He was young, and a fool, but he did what he did. You know as well as I that he can find no peace here. They'll forgive him, maybe, but they'll never trust him. He will always be Orreg the traitor to the people of Aquae Grannis." The Saxon warrior suggested, voice absent of sympathy.

"But not so in Lingones." Heolstor's hand rose to his chin, pointer finger and thumb rubbing at his ebon-haired beard. He looked to Orreg, considerate, not bothering to hide his glare. The boy was in sight, but out of hearing.

"Decide," Heolstor directed "Do you want this boy among you? If you do not, I will take him. A right of conquest. If the elves seek weregild, or his death, for his trespasses they must first pass through me."


"And I will not let it be so." Heolstor finished. "I will expect an answer, before we assault Juliacum."

Brennus had fallen ill with fever soon after leaving the city and though it had not threatened his life he had been too sick to participate in decisions.  Thus it was that only now was he becoming aware of what had transpired.  Shortly after Heolstor's arrival he had himself made his way to join Gia's group, a figure still tired and wan.

"I still find it hard to credit that Olegg is such a traitor Lord Lingones... I have known him a short time but there must me more to this.  What of this Haldred individual?  How are we to know if his motives are so pure?"

"We do not. The boy has, however, confessed. He offers excuses, but he does not argue his own guilt." Heolstor explained.

But meanwhile, the odd wizard Scolo has his own questions for Haldred.

Scolo isn’t known to be a great scholar in matters Infernal.  That horrible realm is just too focused for him.  All of that effort and might, wasted on pursuing things like Pain, Betrayal, Fear…  And all of it so dreary and predictable.  Scary rituals, sacrifices.. no fun at all.

But he has picked up a thing or two…  And some of what Haldred says, clicks.

Brennus took Heolstor aside a moment. "Lord Lingones these are simple people who have been under the heel of the Hun for far too long; I am not so sure they know how to respond to authority other than say the thing they know which to hear. May I have a word with them and with accuser and accused? Perhaps I can discover the truth behind all this... or at least determine a judgement."

When Brennus talks to the people here, he finds them of mixed opinion concerning Orreg and Haldred.

On the one hand... by his own admission he did something bad.  Inexcusable.  Betrayed the Elves' escape plot to the Huns.  And for what reward?

On the other... surely he must have been terrified?  A boy, being taken away by the Huns, maybe to be sacrificed.  And Orreg is a runaway.  No blood relatives left.  Maybe be just cracked under the pressure.

On the third hand.  There are laws.

On the fourth hand.  For so long, those laws meant nothing.  The Huns were the only law.  Nothing else mattered.

On the fifth hand.  "Just let Heolstor take him away, he won't be our problem."

On the sixth hand.  "He's almost a man, and we are so short of numbers every man is needed.  Take him away, and he's as good as dead to us."

And back to the fifth opinion for a moment:  "How do we know he wouldn't give in to temptation again?  What if he betrays US next time?"

The majority consensus of those Brennus speaks to, and of those that butt in anyway, seems to be:  "We don't have it in us to kill him, but we can't keep him."

Hmmmmmm you saw so much! how do you do that? I was never so good at seeing things at your age...
Hmmmm that toad thing you know ahhhh,they call it uh let's see yes yes Farastus yes.

Mostly goo - they resist most weapons they must be pierced in their organs... tell that to your warrior if you choose to be a squire - might help. An assassin or thief might do well, precise striking and all demons are so silly.

All of them, every one - they are not powerful on their own ... they need us you know?

They need our thoughts our feelings to survive, it is their breath....

this one needs ... apathy and it creates it too - good for running a prison.

so how did you break out of that feeling? very strange, should have been overwhelming did someone help?

The other one I don't know ... but he made the earth move eh?

Perhaps the other boy knows something to?

"You are not so strong in numbers you can afford to send anyone away except for the very gravest of causes." Brennus spoke to the people of Aquae Grannis sternly. His expression softened into something more somber.  "However I understand that he will not and cannot be trusted by the group; therefore I shall take him as my own servant.  I shall be able to keep watch over him and make sure of his true nature and he can work off his debt by honest toil looking after my horses and weapons."

The noble looked around.  "As for this Haldred I feel he too should be watched; I am not sure I trust someone so long a prisoner whose first action is to denounce one of our own.  Even if his claims have a grain of truth to them I would question his motive in making them. Keep an eye on him and should he act suspect bring word to me."

"There are few graver causes than betrayal. If you intend to stay among them and rule Aquae Grannis, think carefully on whether this is a permanent solution or not." Heolstor cautioned Brennus. He also felt there was something deeply disrespectful about how the boy had tried to intercede, seizing the boy as if he was some prize to be won. However, he had given the lordling his support... And in truth, so long as Brennus could handle the situation, all would be well.

So Lord Strang departed, for another thread, to plan out the battle ahead. Petra and his warriors came with him.

Orreg is more than happy to enter into his new arrangement with Brennus.  Brennus has that look of nobility around him, and the servants of nobles, anyone knows, have a better life than most free people.

In fact, a servant of a high ranking person carries some of his master's clout and authority.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks.

Haldred, meanwhile, wants to be as far s possible from Orreg.  He talks to Scolo about his escape.  At first, he says he doesn't know what kept him from becoming apathetic.  He doesn't know he was supposed to become apathetic, and he wasn't told about any special power the Demon had.  But in thinking of it, he decides that it was the suffering of the others that kept him going.  It was hard to take.

And he still cannot allow it.  He volunteers to go with whomever is going first into Juliacum.

“I remember places,” he says.  “I could help.”

And he heads into another thread as well.

"For the moment attend to my sword and chainmail shirt." Brennus instructed Orreg. "My other servants take care of my horses, clothes and food but I need a man to keep my arms and armour in good condition."

He paused and gave the youth a stern but fair smile. "Do a good job lad and you'll find me no harsh master. Remember you are here on my good grace... but I believe you will live up to it."

His orders given Brennus departed for another thread himself.

Hmmmm odd choice I thought the other fellow well suited as a squire.
Scolo interrupts the lordly favors.
Tidletinks. Tut tut? Lord Brenus? I would know some things of your squire while he's still a prisoner hmm?

Scolo will question the traitor in his rambling way about the ways people are made to suffer as he consideres the demonology of the day.

Clearly irritated, Brennus reluctantly nodded his agreement and stayed to watch proceedings.

Scolo has the two boys just a bit confused.

That's fine, Scolo tends to be that way with a lot of things.

Orreg:  Betrayed the Elven plan.  Doesn't know much about what happened in the prison, because he was never sent there.  All he knows is that a handful of prisoners are not in the prison.  He saw a few Human slaves and even a couple of Elves in the Blackguard court.  With the Humans, it was hard to make a sharp line between slave, servants, and poor workers.  With the Elves, it was clear they were slaves.

Haldred:  Despises Orreg. Held prisoner because he opted to help the Elves.  Escaped.  Has more knowledge of inside the prison.

Yes yes , what do you think I'm just talking stigglespieg?

Scolo is asking the traitor boy (Orreg) about what the blackguards where using people for besides the prison... Do they gather groups for torture, do they separate families without reason, or do they set people up to betray one another as a little game frequently even thought they don't need to.
What sort of suffering (besides the prison) do they go out of their way to produce.?

There may be more than one demon to feed so he wants to try and get an idea about the other one.
Since Orreg was a traitor he might have seen what the blackguards like to do.

The boy explains it to Scolo, in the style of a teenage boy:  some details forgotten, but a certain excitement for just how intense and awesome it all was, even if it was, well, evil.

The only prisoners that were with the "delivery" Orreg and Haldred were with were those being moved from Aquae Grannis.  All of these were Elves - they were being moved because Aquae Grannis was too close to the Elven settlements.  There was a worry about a strong Elven rescue attempt.

The Elves that used magic in the escape attempt were given special attention, but then brought to the same place- Orreg didn't see.  Of the rest, one girl was singled out and given to a Blackguard, and he didn't see what happened to the others.

Scolo's eyebrows flutter and he moves to another thread muttering.

Brennus followed Scolo, but paused to address Orreg: "To your work lad."