Re: The Land of Song: Where the Fallen Jarls Sleep
"You're the hunters, then," he shouted down. "I am Oinsson, Yngvar's Door Warden. Your arrival's a good omen in a land that hasn't had many in the past few months."
After descending a long flight of stairs, he paused and shouted at his men, "Open the gate!"
A moment later you hear the gate being unbarred and then Oinsson exits. As he looks at each of you, you note pale hair and striking green eyes. He wears a bastard sword over his shoulder and a chain byrnie for armor.
Everything seems to be going smoothly, then one of the functionaries, a cleric named Baramas, steps in and asks, "Sir, where are the accommodations for the lay folk in our party. We would fast and pray after a long trip." Another man, younger than Oinsson, takes Baramas in hand. "Come with me, we have rooms ready for you," he said, offering the priest a smile and nod. When that portion of the group departs, Oinsson said, "A good trip, I hope?"
The way he says it lends to doubt.
"Come, I'm to take you to Yngvar's private audience forthwith." Turning, he leads the way inside. The keep, as compared to other keeps you've seen looks like nothing so much as a large box. There's a moat, though the party doesn't immediately take note as it is frozen and hidden beneath a thick layer of snow. The gate looks sturdy, but unremarkable, which sums up the entire place. Still, the panorama is awesome; the Keep is surrounded by a stunning land filled with pristine beauty.
As Oinsson led the way, he said, "We've honey mead and ale, and a bit of spirits bought last year, before the merchants stopped coming."
After a short trek through the keep, you find yourself in a cozy room, big enough to fit the party and perhaps a few more. There are refreshments and food waiting.
At the head of the table sits an old man, wizend, but his eyes still sparkle a deep blue as he takes all of you in. At last he said, "Welcome, friends. I see about me a fine group, with the dwarven, the elfin and even a human among you. From your gear, you have a number of different specialties, as well. Perhaps you'll have success where my folk failed. Please, grab some food, drink, and tell me of your journey!"