Brannon Darrow:
Brannon meets Strawberry's gaze evenly, though he is clearly taken aback by the intensity of the man's gaze. "Well met, Cene. And thank you for this information. Our encounter with Rimfax's followers were on the Glissom side of the border. You may indeed have driven them from Ereworn, but some certainly have escaped into Glissom. We encountered Waidwoe with them... some at least of Darian's Black Riders." He frowns. "But in truth, that was only once, and I have no evidence that most of what we encountered is to do with Rimfax: that is merely my supposition. Either way... something dark is stirring in Glissom, and on the evidence of our trek here, there is still danger on this side of the border."
King Corbin nodded as Brannon spoke,
" Aye, it makes sense. When Albus entered the river the land was cleansed and evil driven from Ereworn....or so it seemed."
Cene marked Brannons words and those Deise had spoken earlier,
" Active evil was banished as you say, Your Majesty. Perhaps these...shades were...held in wait? Or in slumber...and their watchers driven off..".
Deise:
In reply to Brannon Darrow (msg # 78):
Deise nods as Brannon recounts the news, before clearing his throat and directing comment mostly at Strawberry.
"The four shades we fought all carried an amulet of a wolfshead devouring the sun. We have not before encountered this symbolism."
KIng Corbin blanched white and his fingernails dug into the wood of the barrel he sat upon, beside him Strawberry stiffened as if strickened and even the great silent bulk of Diarmuid let out a low rumbling growl.
" I...have...it is the symbol of Fengris, the Wolf that Ends the World.", he took in a great deep breath and his eyes rolled wildly in his head for a moment before Cenes hand found his shoulder and he settled a little.
" When we...retrieved Albus from between the worlds. When we battled the dream-horror of Rimfax in the barrows of ancient nightmares."
" Fengris was there....in the eternal darkness it prowled taller than the sky, a maw that dwarfed the stars..a wolf...for what else could a mortal mind make of that behemoth unknowable shape...that darkling gargantuan emptiness...", Diarmuid stepped forward and placed a surprisingly gentle finger against Corbins cheek, the King suddenly came back to himself breathing heavily.
" We know it."
Aphail MacRoach:
Aphail is by Brannon's right side, Caith on his left. He was content to let Brannon do the talking, but cannot hold his tongue any longer.
"They desecrated an ancient shrine to the Goddess Artia, slaughted Artia's Children and despoiled our own younglings." barked Aphail abruptly. Suddenly he felt Caith's gaze upon him and lowered his voice. "My own clan has seen great suffering... Lord."
King Corbin rose suddenly from his makeshift throne and moved towards Aphail catching Cene by surprise but not Diarmuid who paced beside him.
" I am sorry for the suffering of your people, and for my part in it. But I would not take back the Cleansing of Ereworn, our people have suffered similar horrors for too many generations for me to let it continue."
" But tell me of your Clan, and I will do my best to make recompense."
" Your Majesty....", Cene said carefully from behind him.
" Perhaps this is a greater conversation...."
Caith Cernach:
Caith regards the red marked man with an air of serenity as he approaches, even if her left hand tightens on the staff she grips with it when he is face to face with Brannon.
The look she gives Alphail is one of sorrow, but not with him, but at the dire truth he speaks of Glissom's woes. She nods, and murmurs sadly "Truth spoken."
Deise:
"Other than the shades, we know not for it hid behind a cloud of darkness. When attacked it dissipated as a swarm of bees seemingly."
Finally, the small man addresses the Kings first question.
"My lord, the animals destroyed by the shades were mainly sheep. I would think that a replacement of what was lost plus an extra ewe in season and ram would improve the lot of the sheep herders, provide for the immediate future and generate lasting goodwill for the crown. In addition, the lives of the herders might be improved seeing regular patrols of the Kings men in the hills. Evil still haunts the hills it seems.
" Well, with the training of Sir Uthen and now Sir Turren and Sir Drummond I believe the men are near ready to begin such patrols. Perhaps we could double the herds they lost, the land is good now and can support the extra animals...though as I said my folk were more croppers and cutters than shepherds."