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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 -What Has Past- Chapter 3 The Green Dragon Inn Bustle at Treacleheim At the Gates of Budd-apest Dragon-Forged Blade in Treacleheim Charlemagne's Residence Dragon Taming For over a year the Algus have menaced the north. After many hard fought battles, Mitgardians had figured out that dragon forged blades as well as burning oil were some of the only items that could slay this formidable race. Even armed with these weapons, Mitgardians found themselves hard pressed by the relentless attacks and seemingly endless armies of the Algus. The fact that they could be killed dispelled the myth that the Algus were a race of undead warriors coming to bring retribution for some past grievance but it still brought Mitgardia no closer to the truth of the Algus’s intent. A council was called and riders were sent from Vaholl instructing the cities and villages of Mitgardia in how best to unite against the threat facing them. Fortresses were also being constructed throughout the clan-lands to act as a wall of defense against the pressing forces of the Algus. These fortresses were manned with a special order of soldiers called the Kylma Katsella (which translated means Cold Watch). The Kylma Katsella would be Mitgardia’s, and in truth, all of Historica’s first line of defense against this threat from the north. Every city across Mitgardia volunteered soldiers to help found this special order and many traveling knights took up the Kylma Katsella’s mantle freely out of a desire to serve a great purpose. As the Kylma Katsella’s fortresses were being built, traders were bringing in as many barrels of Kaliphlinian Oil as they could come by to use in the battles against their foe. The dwarves were also busy, after suffering the shame of losing in their quest into Avalonia they found solace in working with dragon melted metals to forge more blades for the Kylma Katsella. It was still a mystery as to why the Algus were attacking Mitgardia. No one had been able to figure out what they wanted, and all attempts at reasoning with them led to the death of the messengers. Talks had begun of building a wall across the entire northern part of Mitgardia, but there was doubt this gigantic project could even be begun let alone finished before the Algus overran the north. Near Dalig Ulv, mayor Pjeter had ordered the construction of a castle for the use of the Kylma Katsella. They had finished it not more than a week earlier and already Algus rangers had been spotted from the ramparts. Pjeter and a group of men and women joined the forces already at the castle to help turn back the oncoming Algus army. “What are our odds?” asked Mattimeo. “With only one dragon-forged blade, not good” answered Pjeter. “How far away are the traders carrying Kaliphlinian Oil that we were told was coming?” asked Liam. “Still a day’s ride away” replied Pjeter. “Then there’s only one thing to do” said Constance. “We must hold them off until the oil can get here. Then we can equip the men with the oil and fire to finally kill these fiends.” “What you’re suggesting means certain death for many of our number” stated Pjeter, but the resignation in his voice showed he had already come to the same conclusion. When no one else offered a suggestion he said, “Prepare the men. The Algus will attack at dawn. We must hold them off for a day, whatever the cost.” With a grim determination the Kylma Katsella and the men of Dalig Ulv prepared for battle. Archers lined the walls preparing to pepper the Algus with arrows. These arrows, not yet tipped with flaming oil, would do no lasting harm to the Algus, but they would slow down their advance a little. Constance, armed with the sole dragon-forged blade, stood ready with the first wave of soldiers while Mattimeo and Liam prepared the second and third waves. As the sun crested the hills, the Algus advanced on the fortress. Constance and the rest of the men ran to meet the Algus charge. Pjeter and Rothgar had both volunteered to be in the first wave. They both felt it was their duty to show they were willing to do for their people what they were asking their men to do… to die. They fought for what seemed like hours but the sun showed it to be only minutes. Constance looked around her, knowing it was only a matter of time before the first of their men fell. From within the fort, a voice could be heard calling, “Help is coming!” Constance thought it sounded like Valanice’s voice, but that couldn’t be right. She and Wyndor were off in Kaliphlin right now looking for dragons. All of a sudden, the archers heard and felt a THWUMP! on the roof. The men on the battle field looked around to see a pair of giant leathery wings before they heard the ROAR! coming from the beast’s mouth. Wyndor had arrived just in time. The battle was made short work of after that. Wyndor’s dragon spewed flame left and right and gobbled up any Algus who tried to run away. As the mayhem settled and the wounded were brought inside the fort the reality of the situation began to sink in. They had won! They had beat back the Algus this time! Wyndor got down off the dragon and was met with cheers and hearty slaps on the back. But not everything was so bright and cheery. While Wyndor had arrived in time to prevent vast casualties, there was still one person who had suffered mortal injury during the fight. Wyndor and his friends gathered around Pjeter as his strength faded away. “No Pjeter, you can’t go!” cried Wyndor. “I should have flown faster, I should have gotten here sooner!” “There was no way for you to know,” answered Pjeter. “Of all the ways for me to go, this is the way I would have it. Dying in the service of the people under my care. Wyndor, you must be mayor after I’m gone. I’m sure the counsel will agree with my decision.” “Yes, Pjeter” Wyndor said with a sob. “I will take your place.” And with that, Pjeter breathed his last and closed his eyes with a smile.
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 -What Has Past- Chapter 3 The Green Dragon Inn It had been weeks since Wyndor had left Dalig Ulv on a quest to find a way to find a way to stop the Algus. Pjeter had his hands full running the city now that he was short 2 council members. Though having Rothgar and the dwarves back was a huge help as they were busy in their mines, foundries, lumber yards, and other businesses around the city. In addition to bringing more life to Dalig Ulv, a group of the dwarves had begun work on bringing Treacleheim back to life. After decades of being abandoned, most of the buildings were unlivable but being of dwarven construction it didn’t take much to make them habitable again. It was at one of the buildings not set inside the mountain that the dwarves had turned into a city hall of sorts that Natolyth, Chalin, Mattimeo and Constance found Rothgar. He was there talking about the future of both Dalig Ulv and Treacleheim with Pjeter. “The last letter we received from Wyndor and Valanice said they were on their way to Kaliphlin,” started Natolyth. “They have had little luck in finding information on how to defeat the Algus besides dragon-forged weapons, which we already knew about.” “That is what we feared, and what the elves where hoping when they agreed to the terms,” began Rothgar, “but surely you didn’t come out here just to give us an update.” “No,” began Chalin, “we’ve been taking stock of our weapons to see if there are any dragon-forged blades in our armory and we have found none. We were wondering if there were any that had been found in Treacleheim during the restoration process?” “You are in luck!” replied Rothgar, “I happened across at least one blade just the other day. I can take you to it now. Unfortunately I haven’t heard of any other blades being discovered, but perhaps if there is one, there will be more!”
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 -What Has Past- Chapter 3 No rest for the weary. As soon as Wyndor had returned home from settling things in Treacleheim, he received word from Pjeter. When the beacon of Dalig Ulv had been lit, Pjeter had expected help to come, what he hadn’t expected was the announcement that most of the guild leaders would be showing up in their town. With only a few days to prepare, the city cleaned itself up as best they could and began to welcome the important visitors. Lodging was arranged for the travelers in the largest, and best known inn of Dalig Ulv, The Green Dragon Inn. Wyndor personally welcomed the most important of the visitors including Elon Chorian, Glorfindel, and Steen. With the war coming to a close in Kaliphlin, many people felt the freedom to travel again, including a few important guilders from Nocturnus and Avalonia. Wyndor invited all the visitors to make themselves comfortable before they got down to discussing the business that had brought them all together. When beds were found, dinner was over, and old friends re-acquainted; Elon and the other guild elders caught Wyndor before he left for home. “Wyndor, I’m afraid we must detain you” he began. “I hope you’ve found your accommodations to your liking” said Wyndor who noticed that Steen looked quite unhappy. “Yes, the hospitality of Dalig Ulv is unrivaled. Unfortunately, I’ve asked to detain you for a less pleasant business” started Elon. “You see, these gentle-elves have come as more than just emissaries from Avalonia.” The elves just glared at Wyndor so Elon continued, “As you may have heard, certain clans among the dwarves of Mitgardia were found to have trespassed through the elvish territory of Avalonia against the express wishes of the council. These emissaries have brought word that the dwarves of Dalig Ulv were among those guilt parties who disobeyed the council. DeGothia has helped to confirm that these are facts and not elvish conjecture. Now, as a leader of Dalig Ulv and as the last human to have contact with the dwarves before they left there is a certain amount of responsibility on your shoulders right now.” “Please tell me,” interrupted Wyndor, “Is Rothgar okay?” Since the elves just continued to glare at Wyndor Elon continued explaining, “Yes, he and his men came to no harm while they were in Avalonia. They are being held in a prison not too far from the Mitgardian border.” “What can I do to free them?” asked Wyndor. “Please know that we are not saying you are guilty in any way” Elon said, seeming to direct the comment more at the elves than at Wyndor, “but it has been decided that if you will agree to be temporarily banished from Dalig Ulv and Mitgardia, Rothgar and his men will be freed.” Wyndor looked to Glorfindel for help. He hung his head and said, “I’m sorry Wyndor. This was not an easy decision for us to make. But the relationship and trust we have with the other guilds is a very important thing and everyone agreed that a break in that trust should require a reaction that shows dedication to upholding it. It was either this or allow the dwarves to face punishment by the elves, and we knew you wouldn’t want that.” “You’re right, I don’t” answered Wyndor. “You said ‘temporarily,’ when will I be allowed to return?” “As this is a punishment because of a the actions of certain members of our guild against another, we have agreed that an act that shows your dedication to protecting not just Mitgardia, but all guilds would be sufficient proof that restitution has been made” replied Elon. “Bring us a way to fight against the Algus and protect not just Mitgardia, but Avalonia and the other guilds too.” One of the elves finally opened his mouth to spit out, “Good luck, you would need a dragon to stop those beasts if the tales are true and a useful dragon hasn’t been seen for hundreds of years.” “I’m sure you’ll find something, and soon” said Steen. “We have faith in you Wyndor.” “You have a fortnight to get your affairs in order, and then you must leave Mitgardia” ended Elon. The other guild leaders touched Wyndor on the shoulder to show their support before they and the elves went back inside. Wydnor was left alone feeling that life was just not fair. OoC: Sorry, I know it's anticlimactic to the story, but I couldn't resist taking a group shot of all the sig-figs I made. I did not purposefully leave out those from Kaliphlin, though I guess it's fitting since their civil war is still going on. I also made a whole bunch of Kali figs awhile back and wanted to make those I hadn't yet. I'm sorry if I left anyone out who was hoping to be here. I tried to use mostly just my existing collection and couldn't make everyone.
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The End of Chapter Two in the Wyndor Saga - The Sealed Chamber
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Part 11.0 Part 11: Mysterious Death Part 12: Dark Meetings Part 13: Warm Yourself Part 14.1: Sisterly Visit Part 14.2: Proud Farmer Part 14.3: Mitgardian Household Part 15: Another Mysterious Death Part 16.1: The Council Meeting Part 16.2: Meeting with Wyndor (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.3: Feud in Teridyan Part 16.4: Great Elk Longhouse (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.5: Traveling Partners Part 16.6: Mitgardian Throne Room (made by Glorfindel) Part 17: The Cemetery Part 18: Home Part 19: Crowded Market Mayhem Part 20: Shooting Straight Part 21: Returning Part 22: Keeping Out or Keeping In Part 23: Talk in the Tavern Part 24: Mitgardian Long Sheep Part 25: Captive in the Barn Part 26a: At Ease Part 26: Long Awaited Reunion Part 27: Trouble in the Wolf Clan Part 28: A Chance Encounter Part 29: The Secrets of Treacleheim “Why can’t we just enter the ring and wake them up?” asked Leif. “We could,” came Edea’s sharp reply, “but then it would take hours for them to realize what had happened and in that time they may decide we are better off dead than helpful. With this spell we will wake them up with the knowledge of what has happened and the fact that we were the ones who freed them. That will convince them we are here to help them and will keep us from getting killed in some nasty ways. These aren’t creatures to talk things over first.” With that she turned her back and Leif and she and her sisters formed a ring around the Triad and started chanting. Leif, inpatient with it all and anxious to see all his hard work of giving away the dwarves secrets turn into power for himself didn’t notice three men rushing into the room until they were moving past him. Wyndor was about to cut off Edea’s head when Vincent yelled, “Wait! If you do that now with the spell unfinished, we could all die!” Wyndor halted in mid swing and brought his blade to a halt. Just then the chanting stopped and the three lifeless figures in the middle of the room started to stir. Edea and her sisters returned to normal and saw the intruders among them. Wyndor’s blade was at Edea’s neck, Mattimeo had a firm hold on Leif and Vincent was poised, watching the Triad. “No one move!” said Vincent. “They haven’t been fully released yet!” “Don’t even think about it Edea,” said Wyndor. “One false move from you or your sisters and you’ll pay the price.” Edea just laughed at him, “You think we didn’t prepare for this possibility? Now sisters!” Moving faster than Wyndor could see, Edea was outside his reach and within the circle. The Triad was most certainly awake and Edea’s sisters were summoning energy to attack them with. Wyndor and his friends looked like they were outnumbered and doomed when the Blue Wolves began to rush into the chamber! The fight grew fierce and bodies were flying about the room. Wyndor saw Valanice, Natolyth, Chalin and Liam join the fray. One of Edea’s sisters was the first to fall. Then the werewolf. Then Edea’s other sister. Then the vampire. Then the warlock. Then only Edea was left. “It’s over Edea!” said Wyndor. “We’ve beaten you!” “No!” she screamed. “This can’t be possible! The Triad should never have fallen to a group of weaklings!” “Looks like Dalig Ulv isn’t so weak after all,” said Mattimeo. “Unified, we have stood against this evil, and we have shown you that it can’t triumph here.” “I’ll never let you get out alive!” Edea screamed and then fire erupted all around her. Natolyth reacted the fastest, casting a spell that cut through Edea’s defense and felled her. The firestorm over, in the silence that ensued Vincent’s twang of his crossbow sounded ten times as loud as normal. The group turned to see Leif, a knife in hand and a bolt in his guts. The Blue Wolf he was about to attack dragged him out of the shadows. His life was quickly draining out of his body so Wyndor knew he didn’t have much time. “You, you were the one who was giving Edea the dwarves secrets!” accused Wyndor. “*cough* *cough* Yes, I befriended Rothgar and got him to trust me” Leif managed to get out around the blood. “But why?” asked Wyndor. “You haven’t tasted enough power yet Wyndor” he spat out. “Being a mere member of a city council is no kind of place for a man with my talents. I was meant to rule Mitgardia. The Triad and Edea could give me that power.” “I feel sorry for you” was all Wyndor could say. Leif looked at Wyndor with hatred in his eyes. “If it weren’t for you, and your sense of righteousness, I could have gotten what I deserved.” Then his eyes rolled back into his head. “I think you just did” said Liam. “He was the true monster here” said Vincent. “The rest of these creatures are foul, but he knew the people he was going to sacrifice, made friends with them, lived with them, and still he was willing to give them up for his own gain. My work here is done.” There seemed to be nothing left that needed to be said so Wyndor led the group out of the chamber. Treacleheim was cleansed. -
While Wyndor was busy in Treacleheim, the mayor of Dalig Ulv sent word to his men on the mountain that a terrible evil known as the Algus had been seen near Dalig Ulv and that they needed to light the warning beacon. They lit the beacon and hoped that word would get to the rest of the guild in time to warn them of the coming danger. The next beacon...
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Part 11.0 Part 11: Mysterious Death Part 12: Dark Meetings Part 13: Warm Yourself Part 14.1: Sisterly Visit Part 14.2: Proud Farmer Part 14.3: Mitgardian Household Part 15: Another Mysterious Death Part 16.1: The Council Meeting Part 16.2: Meeting with Wyndor (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.3: Feud in Teridyan Part 16.4: Great Elk Longhouse (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.5: Traveling Partners Part 16.6: Mitgardian Throne Room (made by Glorfindel) Part 17: The Cemetery Part 18: Home Part 19: Crowded Market Mayhem Part 20: Shooting Straight Part 21: Returning Part 22: Keeping Out or Keeping In Part 23: Talk in the Tavern Part 24: Mitgardian Long Sheep Part 25: Captive in the Barn Part 26a: At Ease Part 26: Long Awaited Reunion Part 27: Trouble in the Wolf Clan Part 28: A Chance Encounter Before the three travelers could make it to Dalig Ulv or Mattimeo’s hideout, one of Mattimeo’s Blue Wolves meet them on the road. “Thank goodness I found you!” he said. “We’ve spotted Edea entering a chamber that wasn’t there before in Treacleheim!” “Quick!” shouted Mattimeo, “There is no time to lose! Gather the men and meet me at Treacleheim.” “We will need Natolyth’s help too I think” civilization.f work dificult.se, ay awoken the Triad?"s the Triad, or all of Mitgardia could be under attack from both the Algadded Wyndor. He scribbled something a piece of spare parchment. “Take this to Pjeter, it will convince him that he should send help.” Wyndor handed the piece of parchment to the Blue Wolf and the man was off. The three travelers turned towards Treacleheim and hurried towards the abandoned dwarf city. They entered the city and descended to the lower levels. There they found another Blue Wolf who pointed out the direction Edea had gone. “Stay here and tell the rest of the men to join us as soon as they arrive” Mattimeo told the guard. They entered a large chamber with no visible way out other than the way they had entered. They walked towards the middle of the room as Mattimeo explained more about the Triad. “When the dwarves sealed them here in Treacleheim, they did so at great cost. They knew they would have to leave their city forever, least one of them get greedy and seek to re-awaken the Triad. They also couldn’t risk someone from outside finding out that three people of their power were able to be re-animated if you only knew where to find them. There is a lot of unity within Mitgardia, but there are still plenty of people who would be happy to watch it tear itself apart if they were allowed to be in power once the struggle was over. So the dwarves not only left their city, they hid the room where the Triad was sealed and they erased all knowledge of how to find it. Each dwarf was only left with a partial memory of the process so that no one of them could do it alone. It seems that Edea has been collecting those memories and now has the full knowledge.” They had looked all around the room but had found nothing. Mattimeo continued to wonder out loud. “This chamber is new, we’ve never seen it before, but there is no way the Triad and Edea could have left Treacleheim without our knowing about it. So what are we missing?” “If I may?” asked Vincent. “I’ve studied much dwarven lore and I think this room has a few secrets I can solve. There must have been much more to the process, but if Edea has indeed been here first, then perhaps she didn’t have time to reset all of the room, but only a few of the enchantments to keep unwanted guests, such as ourselves, out.” He started walking around the room and moved some of the objects. “See this shield?” he asked. “I’ve seen pictures of such shields and the design is supposed to be this way.” As soon as he moved it the group heard a shudder in the far wall. “I think we are getting somewhere” said Wyndor. “And these statues, they are of some of the ancient dwarven heroes, but their armaments are all wrong.” Vincent exchanged the dwarves’ items and a doorway appeared in the way. “And now for the hard part” Vincent said, “dealing with the monsters within.” Chanting was coming from the doorway and the three looked at each other. “Quick! We can’t wait for the others! We have to stop Edea!” shouted Mattimeo.
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Part 11.0 Part 11: Mysterious Death Part 12: Dark Meetings Part 13: Warm Yourself Part 14.1: Sisterly Visit Part 14.2: Proud Farmer Part 14.3: Mitgardian Household Part 15: Another Mysterious Death Part 16.1: The Council Meeting Part 16.2: Meeting with Wyndor (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.3: Feud in Teridyan Part 16.4: Great Elk Longhouse (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.5: Traveling Partners Part 16.6: Mitgardian Throne Room (made by Glorfindel) Part 17: The Cemetery Part 18: Home Part 19: Crowded Market Mayhem Part 20: Shooting Straight Part 21: Returning Part 22: Keeping Out or Keeping In Part 23: Talk in the Tavern Part 24: Mitgardian Long Sheep Part 25: Captive in the Barn Part 26a: At Ease Part 26: Long Awaited Reunion Part 27: Trouble in the Wolf Clan After their flight from the Algus’ attack on Beo’s village, Wyndor and Mattimeo had carefully made their way back across the northern reaches of Mitgardia. They had traveled with Beo and his family until they knew he would get away safely and then turned towards Mattimeo’s hideout. They stopped at a windmill near Dalig Ulv to catch their breath. “I know it seems like we have bigger things to worry about with the Algus on the move, but it will be weeks before their forces can move as far south as Dalig Ulv.” started Wyndor, “I need to know what’s happening in my city and I think it’s about time you told me what’s going on. Why are the dwarves being attacked?” “What do you know of Revelword?” asked Mattimeo. “Only what every Mitgardian knows, that he tried to take over Historica and destroyed many of our cities!” replied Wyndor. “Well, what most people don’t know is that he wasn’t alone in his efforts to take over Historica,” began Mattimeo. “There was a group of power hungry individuals who all were seeking the means to put themselves in control. Revelword was the craftiest of these people and sought to unify them all in their endeavor to overthrow the king. Most agreed with him that they could do more if they worked together. What they didn’t find out until it was too late, was that Revelword had only gathered them all in one place to make it easier to kill off the competition. The few who hadn’t gone alone with Revelword’s plan fled to distant areas of the guilds. Three of them ended up here, in Dalig Ulv where they promised the dwarves of Treacleheim great riches and power if they helped them in their pursuit of the throne of Mitgardia. These three, a warlock, a vampire, and a werewolf had agreed that taking over Cedrica was too much for them but they figured that taking over a single guild was within their grasp.” “So why isn’t Mitgardia ruled by this Triad?” asked Wyndor. “The dwarves who had at first been swayed by the Triad’s promises had a change of heart. But they couldn’t just kick the Triad out of Treacleheim, these were creatures of great power. So they got together their greatest mages and sealed the Triad within the city. The nature of the magic was fragile, such that if anyone disturbed the Triad’s resting place, they would be released. The dwarves, knowing that it was they who had made the first error in accepting the Triad’s proposal, left their great city, vowing to take its secret to their graves” explained Mattimeo. “Which it seems most of them have done” said Wyndor. “And if you haven’t been killing them, then that must mean that Edea has.” “Yes,” answered Mattimeo. “She has been quite meddlesome. When I found out that she was out to release the Triad, I had my men start following all the key dwarven leaders to protect their lives. Obviously we haven’t been doing a very good job of it.” “So,” began Wyndor, “How did Edea find out about the Triad?” “She studied under one of those who fled Revelword’s slaughter” answered Mattimeo. “The witch she studied under must have known about the Triad’s plans before they fled to Mitgardia and she to Nocturnus. What I haven’t been able to figure out is how she’s been able to get to the dwarves so easily. I’ve had my men watching them day and night yet every time she has managed to elude my men and get to the dwarves before they could stop her.” “Maybe she has a dwarf helping her?” inquired Wyndor. “Perhaps,” started Mattimeo. “But the dwarves are a close-knit race. It would take an exceptional amount of money to get one of them to turn on their own.” “Of maybe the promise of power?” asked Wyndor. “That could be,” thought Mattimeo. “But now we really must be going. We need to get to back to see if my men have been able to locate Edea. After that attack in the market, she and her sisters were spotted entering Treacleheim. I had done a thorough search of the city and couldn’t find the chamber where the Triad was sealed anywhere. But I fear with the knowledge she has gained from the dwarves she’s killed, she may be able to find it when I could not.” “Ok, so you are saying that we have to find Edea before she finds the Triad, or all of Mitgardia could be under attack from both the Algus and the Triad?” asked Wyndor. “Yes,” said Mattimeo “And what do we do if we get to Edea and she has already awoken the Triad?” Wyndor continued. “How do we take on Edea and these three creatures?” At that moment the door to the windmill opened and a dark stranger clad in red stepped out. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation” began the stranger. “My name is Vincent, and I specialize in hunting monsters and other unwanted villains. It sounds to me like you have a monster problem.” Mattimeo and Wyndor were a little startled, but Wyndor quickly responded, “We are in need of assistance with our ‘monster problem,’ as you put it. But who are you? It seems a little convenient that someone who has the skills you claim to have should be here right when we need him. How is that you come to be here and why would you be willing to help us?” “My story is a long and sad one” began Vincent, “I will not burden you with all its details now. I found it necessary to leave Nocturnus, where I am from originally, because it was becoming difficult to tell monster from friend. Makes my line of work difficult. I have made my way to Mitgardia because I have heard rumor of an evil approaching this land. I am willing to help you because I have experience with vampires, werewolves, and warlocks, and I imagine that you do not.” “It is true that we would be at a disadvantage facing the Triad,” said Wyndor, “But how do we know we can trust you?” “You can’t” was Vincent’s answer. “But maybe I can set your mind at ease. I know your brother, Natolyth. He and I were in Cedrica at the same time, staying at the Grand Griffon. He was studying the Drow and I was studying minotaurs in the libraries there. He spoke of his brother Wyndor, though I did not realize he had a brother name Mattimeo. I was actually on my way to see you when you stumbled across my path. I know Natolyth is not here to verify my story, but perhaps that will give you enough to trust me for now.” “Well, I know the farmer who owns this mill,” started Wyndor. “If he allowed you to stay here then he must have thought you meant no harm. That, and if what you say about meeting my brother is true, then it seems we have no choice but to ask for your help.” “Can you leave immediately?” interrupted Mattimeo. “Yes,” was Vincent’s reply. “I have nothing to pack. I travel light.” With that, the three travelers headed towards civilization. OoC: In case you were wondering, in the last couple of pictures, the windmill blades can turn without hitting either Vincent or the cart.
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Part 11.0 Part 11: Mysterious Death Part 12: Dark Meetings Part 13: Warm Yourself Part 14.1: Sisterly Visit Part 14.2: Proud Farmer Part 14.3: Mitgardian Household Part 15: Another Mysterious Death Part 16.1: The Council Meeting Part 16.2: Meeting with Wyndor (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.3: Feud in Teridyan Part 16.4: Great Elk Longhouse (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.5: Traveling Partners Part 16.6: Mitgardian Throne Room (made by Glorfindel) Part 17: The Cemetery Part 18: Home Part 19: Crowded Market Mayhem Part 20: Shooting Straight Part 21: Returning Part 22: Keeping Out or Keeping In After going home to see Valanice, Wyndor ventured out to see Pjeter. He was told that Pjeter was waiting for him at the One Winged Angel a local pub. Wyndor walked in and sat down at the table. “Welcome home Wyndor” Pjeter said. “I trust your journey with Glorfindel was fruitful.” “It was,” Wyndor started, “I was able to get a feel for how the rest of Mitgardia is reacting to the current unrest in Historica. Things are not looking good for Mitgardia my friend. There is a lack of trust that is present across all of Mitgardia. The clansmen don’t trust the townsfolk. The townsfolk don’t trust the current leaders to make the right choices to keep them safe. The dwarves don’t trust the elves. And no one trusts anyone from another guild.” “Well, what do you recommend to help Dalig Ulv stay free from this cloud of mistrust?” Pjeter asked. “To begin with, we must find out who is behind all these attacks in our city. The people here will not be able to trust each other if they are always looking for a hidden dagger in their neighbors hand. We also need to foster more trust amongst the council members and city leaders” Wyndor said. “I see you’ve changed your tunic color,” Pjeter said. “Hopefully that will help Lief mistrust you less!” “Yes, Lief is a troublesome one right now. I fear that he does not share our same concerns for the city” answered Wyndor. “But more troublesome is this attack in the market I heard about.” “I trust Valanice has already given you a full account of the attack?” asked Pjeter. “Yes, and of the mysterious defendants” Wyndor answered. “I’ve since learned more about them” replied Pjeter. “It is confirmed that they were all members of the Blue Wolves. They continue to be present at every attack of the dwarves. But this time, either they arrived too late to kill the dwarf themselves, or they were after something different.” “Natolyth also told me that Edea was present” said Wyndor. “If she is here, then nothing is as simple as it seems.” Just then a messenger came up to Pjeter. “Sir, we’ve captured one of the Blue Wolves!” he said. Wyndor and Pjeter exchanged glances. “We might be about to get the answers we desire” said Pjeter. “Please, lead us to him.” OoC: And with that I finish all of the Phase II builds!
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Wyndor's Saga: See what happened prior to this: You Need Logs? As soon as they had made it down from the pass, and the border dividing the two guilds, Rothgar and the other dwarves made their way through the forests just below the mountain pass. They traveled due west, following the border of the guilds toward Tradewind Bay. They had to travel mostly at night to avoid Avalonian patrols. The dwarves were worried by the frequency of the patrols. No-one should have known that there were dwarves making their way out of Mitgardia. But the amount of armed men and elves seemed to show that someone had found out about the dwarves’ plan to attack the drow. When they were about a mile from the coast, Rothgar stopped his band of warriors to go over the final aspects of their plan. The dwarves of Dalig Ulv had received word that the drow had been shipping troops and supplies up and down the ill defended coastline. They also had information showing the traveling schedule of a certain drow general who would be accompanying one of the shipments. They decided the best course of action would be to attack the boats from land. After all the details were decided on, Rothgar gave some final words. “Men of the earth!” Rothgar began, getting cheers from his fellow dwarves. “Brothers! We are but a stone’s throw from the border of our lands. But simply because we are dwarves, the ruling council of Mitgardia says we can’t be here! Well, I say we are a free people! I don’t care if a bunch of tight-wearing elves are worried about us befouling their land. We have as much right to travel the land as they do! We won’t let them stop us from attacking the bane of our people! We will pursue these drow to the ends of the world!” The dwarves were really in a frenzy now. They quick marched the rest of the way to the cliff and prepared the ballistas they had been building. The drow ship soon came into view. “Steady brothers!” Rothgar shouted. “Wait until they are within range before you attack!” Telchar, a dark haired dwarf who shaved the sides of his head, ran up to Rothgar and said, “The drow have a captive on the boat. Look!” Rothgar peered out and saw that there was indeed a poor elf chained to the mast. “If we fire on the boat, we are sure to kill the elf as well!” exclaimed Telchar. Rothgar squinted his eyes in deep thought. After a few moments he said, “We cannot let that stop us. Elves still frequent these ruins and our presence will soon be known. We must strike the drow now. Fire!” The drow were armed with short bows crafted from the horns of mountain goats. They were powerful bows when used by someone strong enough to pull them, but they were still no match for the dwarves artillery fire. Two drow fell to the first two bolts fired before Rothgar ordered the next bolts to be set on fire before being launched. The boat soon collapsed from the flames and sunk into the shallow waters with all on board. OoC: Time. I wish I had more of it to give to this contest. I would have built 2 or 3 more MOCs for Cat. C depicting more of this story. I also would have made the boat bigger and put it in more water. As it is, it's kind of scrunched together. I hope you like what I had time to build though. Here are a few more pictures:
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Part 11.0 Part 11: Mysterious Death Part 12: Dark Meetings Part 13: Warm Yourself Part 14.1: Sisterly Visit Part 14.2: Proud Farmer Part 14.3: Mitgardian Household Part 15: Another Mysterious Death Part 16.1: The Council Meeting Part 16.2: Meeting with Wyndor (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.3: Feud in Teridyan Part 16.4: Great Elk Longhouse (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.5: Traveling Partners Part 16.6: Mitgardian Throne Room (made by Glorfindel) Part 17: The Cemetery Part 18: Home Part 19: Crowded Market Mayhem Part 20: Shooting Straight Part 21: Returning After going home to see Valanice, Wyndor ventured out to see Pjeter. He was told that Pjeter was waiting for him at the One Winged Angel a local pub. He walked past part of Dalig Ulv’s outer wall to get to the pub. Part of the wall that has seen some weathering was being repaired by one of the masons of the city. It wouldn't do for loose bricks to be falling on the heads of those entering or leaving the city by this back gate. I wanted a really big wall to finish off this category. I think I succeeded. C&C Welcome!
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Part 11.0 Part 11: Mysterious Death Part 12: Dark Meetings Part 13: Warm Yourself Part 14.1: Sisterly Visit Part 14.2: Proud Farmer Part 14.3: Mitgardian Household Part 15: Another Mysterious Death Part 16.1: The Council Meeting Part 16.2: Meeting with Wyndor (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.3: Feud in Teridyan Part 16.4: Great Elk Longhouse (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.5: Traveling Partners Part 16.6: Mitgardian Throne Room (made by Glorfindel) Part 17: The Cemetery Part 18: Home Part 19: Crowded Market Mayhem Part 20: Shooting Straight It had been a long trip from the capitol to Dalig Ulv, but Wyndor was finally coming home. He was just entering the city limits when he heard the sound of swords clashing coming from across the river. He rushed over the bridge towards the lumber mill run by one of the local dwarves. What he came upon was not the sound of battle but two men training with Liam. “You couldn’t hit a cow with a swing like that!” he was shouting that the two men crossing blades. Wyndor stopped running and grinned to himself. He knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of Liam’s training. He also knew there was no better weapon’s trainer in Mitgardia. “Ho there, Liam!” he called out. “Ah, Wyndor, you’re back. It’s about time too. We need someone more skilled with a sword around to help protect us from attack” he replied. “Have there been problems still?” Wyndor asked. “Is Valanice okay?” “Ah, everyone is okay, Valanice included. It was a close one though, which is why I’m here training with these nincompoops!” answered Liam. “But I’ll let Pjeter fill you in on the details. Come, tell me how you are my friend.” “I am well and have many stories to share, but first and foremost I need to get to my home to see my wife” said Wyndor. “But before I go, I have a gift for you from my travels.” Wyndor pulls out a set of shoulder pads and hands them to Liam. “I was given these by a fellow cyclops I helped on my travels. I thought it fitting that you should have them.” “Thank you Wyndor. This is a mighty gift indeed” replied Liam as he took the shoulder pads. “I can see that they were made by a skilled cyclops craftsman. Our technique is recognizable to those who know what to look for, and these look like they were made by the master craftsman Oblique.” “After all you’ve done for me, it is a small token of my gratitude” answered Wyndor. He turned to leave when a dwarf approached him. “Good day Wyndor” the dwarf said. “Hello Rothgar, how goes the machinery today?” answered Wyndor. “Ever temperamental. Machines and water do not work well together. But it is worth the effort to be able to harvest the power of the river” replied Rothgar, one of the council members. “But my work woes are not what I stopped you for. I have already told Pjeter and Lief this, but since you are on the council also I thought you should know that the dwarves of Dalig Ulv will be marching soon against one of our greatest enemies. There is an unseen enemy here in the city that has been feasting on the lives of my people. We are powerless to stop it. But, we received word from the dwarf elders that we have a chance to strike a blow against the drow that could cripple them forever. I will not give you more details for I do not wish for you to get in trouble with Valholl. Our actions may not be sanctioned by Sir Chorian. We cannot take the time to convince them that our actions are right, we must act.” “I have known you for some time now Rothgar,” responded Wyndor. “I trust your judgment. If you say it is right for you to do this. Then I stand with you. I also pledge that by the time you return to Dalig Ulv, I will have stopped the terror that has been killing your people, or will have the answer to how to stop it. Farewell my friend, and may the ground be ever strong beneath your feet.” Here are some other pictures showing off the mill:
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Part 11.0 Part 11: Mysterious Death Part 12: Dark Meetings Part 13: Warm Yourself Part 14.1: Sisterly Visit Part 14.2: Proud Farmer Part 14.3: Mitgardian Household Part 15: Another Mysterious Death Part 16.1: The Council Meeting Part 16.2: Meeting with Wyndor (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.3: Feud in Teridyan Part 16.4: Great Elk Longhouse (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.5: Traveling Partners Part 17: The Cemetery Part 18: Home It was a clear Autumn day in Mitgardia. Snow was already starting to accumulate around the buildings where the shadows kept the sun away. For any Mitgardian it was the perfect weather. Valanice had already started to adjust to the cold temperatures and walked around without even noticing the cold as the rest of the city residents did. Her sisters though, found themselves shivering a little and they relished every chance they got to step indoors whenever they could. They visited the village bakery where Nora always seemed to have a worried expression on her face. Valanice explained to her sisters that it was because she was always worried that her husband was going to burn the bread. They spent the most time at the jeweler gazing at his selection of fine gems. They also walked past the blacksmith shop where the cooper had been busy banding barrels but was currently re-shoeing a horse. The girls had just finished looking at all the wares the stall owners had to offer and were listening to one of the local minstrels playing for coins and chatting with each other in the square. Valanice had picked up some food to add to their dinner and had been tempted at the one of the stalls to buy a new shovel from the dwarf that ran the shop. It would help her as she worked in the small garden around their house. There had been a lot of bustle amongst the dwarves of Dalig Ulv these days. Not only were they concerned about the recent deaths of their kind, but Valanice had also heard rumor that word had come from their council with some big decision. They were often seen huddled together discussing in animated tones. Valanice was just about to suggest to her sisters that they head back when a startled cry caught her attention. She turned to see a woman standing over an older dwarf elder and muttering under her breath. Valanice hefted her axe and prepared to charge the woman when two more women stepped up to block her path and with a flick of their wrists everyone around them was pushed back a few feet. All of a sudden four warriors rushed in to attack the three women. A half-dozen different blades were all rushing toward the nefarious women when Edea stopped focusing on the dwarf and added her mutterings to her sisters. All four warriors flew back with a burst of power. Just then, Natolyth ran up. He had just made it back to Dalig Ulv after his journey to Cedrica. He stood between the three sisters and the rest of the townsfolk with fireballs smoldering in his hands. “It’s been a long time Edea, since you had me enslaved, and I will not allow you to do likewise to any of these good people!” growled Natolyth. “I see you have not put the powers I gave you to waste Natolyth” answered Edea. “It is too bad you are not still under my control. I could do great things with your power.” “Enough!” Natolyth shouted, “I thought you were finished back in the cathedral, but obviously I did not do a good enough job of it.” “Oh, you exacted your toll well enough” said Edea, pulling back her hood and revealing her white hair. “It cost me much to recover from your attack. But my fight is not with you this time.” Turning to her sisters she said, “We have what we need, it’s time for us to go.” And with that they vanished. Valanice ran up to Natolyth and said, “You’ve arrived back home just in time!” “So it would seem” he replied. “But what is going to happen next?” OoC: I'll be claiming some HSS credits in this build for Bakery, Cooper, Blacksmith, Jeweler, and Minstrel.
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Part 11.0 Part 11: Mysterious Death Part 12: Dark Meetings Part 13: Warm Yourself Part 14.1: Sisterly Visit Part 14.2: Proud Farmer Part 14.3: Mitgardian Household Part 15: Another Mysterious Death “I demand that this conspirator be removed from this meeting!” shouted Lief. “You’ve been demanding that for the past hour every time he says something you don’t like” replied Pjeter. “And still you have not heeded me!” was Lief’s response. “For the past months that Wyndor has lived amongst us, has he ever done anything to arouse suspicions that he has anything but good intentions in his service to our city?” asked Pjeter. “He continues to blatantly support the Blue Wolves in the armor he wears!” Lief continued. “We’ve been over this before” answered Wyndor. “My armor has been with me across all 4 guilds. I am not about to give it up simply because some band of ruffians happens to share my taste in armament style!” “Is it not true that your very wife, Valanice, saw one of the Blue Wolves wearing the exact same armor just this morning and that she had to be reassured it wasn’t you attacking the villagers?” asked Lief. “You are twisting the details, but yes. There was an unfortunate attack this morning that left my wife shaken,” replied Wyndor. “Shouldn’t that tell you that I have no sympathy for these rebels?” “And yet you still insist on showing support for them!” said Lief. “This is getting out of hand Lief” said Pjeter. “You were asked to join the council today at the request of Grimbar because of your financing of their new quarry. But your good standing with the dwarves of Dalig Ulv does not give you limitless rights here today. As I have reminded you before, you are not a full member of this council.” “It’s alright Pjeter, I think I have a compromise” responded Wyndor. He then turned towards Lief. “If I change the color of the jerkin I wear under my armor to be something other than blue, that will allow me to keep my armor and for you to keep your insults of treason to yourself.” “Listen Wyndor” started Lief, “Pjeter may have asked you to move here and become part of the council, but the city of Dalig Ulv did not. You are not wanted here. We can keep our own council without the help of some foreigner who has spent more time outside his homeland than in it!” “It certainly does seem as though you are keeping your own council” interrupted Pjeter. “Is it common practice to bring an armed guard with you to meetings amongst fellow Mitgardians?” “These are dangerous times in Mitgardia. Not all of our fellow men can be trusted, as I can see I am not trusted here!” exclaimed Lief. At that moment a squire came up to Pjeter and whispered in his ear. “What?” inquired Pjeter. “Oh, yes, please show him in.” He then turned back to those at the table. “We will have to postpone the rest of this… fruitful meeting until later today. It seems we have a very important visitor.” As the stranger walked in he was announced by the squire as, “Sir Glorfindel of Daydelon and architect regent of Mitgardia!” “I’m sorry to burst in on your meeting like this” said Sir Glorfindel. “But I bear news from Valholl. As you know there has been much unrest in Historica recently. Mitgardia has not been immune from the squabbles that have torn Nocturnus apart and divided Avalonia. I am bringing this message to as many cities of Mitgardia as I can in the hopes that if conflict should arise, we will be able to stand united!” “Thank you Sir Glorfindel,” said Pjeter, and eyeing Lief he responded, “I hope we all take this to heart.” “Now,” said Glorfindel, “If I may have a few moments alone with you Pjeter?” “Of course,” answered Pjeter, “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse us.” As the two leaders left Lief stood up to go as well. “Do not think that this changes anything Wyndor” he spat. “You are still not wanted here.” “I would hope my actions would speak my worth for me” replied Wyndor. “What say you we let time tell that tale?” Lief just sneered and walked out.