Gnarl! They call me. Curse! Craw! There’s new Wardens arriving. New hunters of the cursed. Will tell the Troll. Nice cart they have. What’s inside I wonder? Craw!
Heavy and slow the footsteps went. The dry grass was rustling. The soil resonated. Disturbed by a waltz of two feet and a hand. Bump bump bump – bump bump bump. A single glowing point of white in each eye, the Troll was attracted by what the Craw had whispered to his ear. Wardens. With swords and crossbows. He could smell the metal. But also the flesh of men and horse. Yet he hesitated. The sun was still too bright. These will sleep soon. Let’s wait for the night and the cold.
When finally the moonless night swallowed all hope and fears grew, the Troll was still standing and watching. The Wardens have looked at him several times, wondering how strange that stone looked and whether it had been there all the time. But whatever kept them from investigating was now disturbing their dreams. And the Troll watched.
Didn‘t you know that you should never sneak up like that to a man handling a sword? Yes, Chramulf, that’s my name. No, I‘m not nervous. Why should I be? Did you talk to the crossbows before? Sounds like you have. No, no lootin‘ here. Now, go your way.
Chramulf
By the time it was clear to Aigulf and Chramulf that the nonsense the crossbows said was impacting the retinue. Even Grimoald seemed to be affected. For now they didn’t care much. The booze was safely hidden in the cart. And they were prepared to defend it against any Gnarl coming their way. And against anyone else. Gnarl or not.
Chramulf and Aigulf
Hey! You! Don’t you dare touching that bag!Chramulf, watch out. This guy is after the booze!
On the day of the Lords 293 JW 975 near the same nameless hamlet in the valley of Hollar
Grimoald and Fredegar said they found something today. A Gnarl. Much fuzz and rumble. Everyone was excited. In the end it turned out to be a blue mushroom. Well, anyway, at least unusual. Now we really have arrived in the Weald.
On the day of the Lords 292 JW 975 at a nameless hamlet in the valley of Hollar
His Durchlaucht Vladar thinks of having an adventure. Of the deadly kind even. Not his death of course. He has Wardens to spare. He rode into the valley, people just call it the Weald, equipped with the sharpest weapons and sharpest wits. The cart packed with supplies. His mind is already filled with fame and game.This hamlet was the first settlement we saw after a fortnight crossing the mountains. We urge for a Gnarl to attack. The dreaded Gnarls. The curse of this land. Autumn and rot has claimed the pastures. I am just a humble servant of his Durchlaucht. I’m just the messenger. I’m the storyteller.
Eberulf
My brother named me Eberulf by the time our mother died. I neither remember that nor the death of our father. I don’t know when that was either. For you that’s of no importance. Nor is it for me. What has become of me you soon will learn. What I will face in the coming weeks I only know from rumours. It’s a place far from home. By the time we reached the valley, the only thing his Durchlaucht Vladar said was „Welcome to the Weald.“
Arnulf
I am Arnulf. My trade is shooting the crossbow. That’s it. What else do you wanna know? You wanna talk? Go to Einhardt. The guy over there. Go.
Einhardt
Yes, I’m Einhardt. How do you know? Right, Arnulf sent you? Yeah, well, you know, Arnulf. Not much of a talker. I mean, I’m neither. To be honest, I mostly wouldn’t know what to talk about. Especially with strangers. Sure, we could talk about the weather. Or harvest. Well, maybe not within this valley. You know, because of the curse. No harvest at all. Weird place it is, indeed. Haven’t heard of it before. It was like three weeks ago when the Stuart said something like „pack you stuff, we leave for a while“. Well, with „we“ he didn’t include himself. For sure he sits next to the warm hearth while his Durchlaucht is gone. I once had the chance to sit there myself for a couple of strokes. Quite comfy. Yeah, but I couldn’t enjoy it really. I was afraid of the Stuart finding me. Arnulf didn’t believe me. Eberulf just laughed. Good mate them two fellas. Them, I trust with my life. Not like the greedy bunch of swords. They are in for the loot. You know: enemy down, pockets looted. So, what brings you here?
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