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A relatively simple interior to start off collab between myself and MKJoshA. Sir Glorfindel meets with Wyndor to discuss a trip through Mitgardia to try and ensure that the Mitgardian people stand united through these uncertain and dangerous times. Sir Glorfindel: "Wyndor, it is good to meet you. I have heard much of you in Valholl recently and thought that you could be of assistance to me on my newest mission." Wyndor: "I also am glad to have finally met you. If the Council is agreeable to my traveling with you then I would be happy to be of whatever help I can." Sir Glorfindel: "Good, as you already know I am visiting cities and towns throughout Mitgardia to encourage unity in the coming days. But that is not the only reason for my journeys, I am also inspecting the military strength of the cities and town, and watching for any suspicious activities or rebellious citizens. Your help will make this easier and also, with you along we represent two well-known cities of Mitgardia." The council agreed to let Wyndor travel with Glorfindel, and in fact Lief seemed rather eager to get rid of Wyndor. C&C welcome
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See the previous parts of the story: Part 1 Part 2 Wyndor and Glorfindel left Dålig Ulv on their journey to try to foster unity amongst their fellow Mitgardians. They had already journeyed for many days taking time to stop at different villages and cities along the way sharing their message. They even had to time to watch certain local tournaments like the one in Arnarvhall. Wyndor and Glorfindel thought that these kinds of festivals were good at reminding the people that they all belonged to one guild regardless of their past history. Next stop on their journey was Teridyan. As the two adventurers walked into the city they could tell that no festivals awaited them here. Instead they were accosted by angry voices. “What do you mean this is all you have! The jarl will not be satisfied with this, we were counting on you being able to provide us with much more food” they heard the guard captain say. “With this famine times are hard even for us Clansmen. Maybe you City-Dwellers should learn to fend for yourselves better!” replied the leader of troop of Great Elk Clansmen. Glorfindel and Wyndor looked at each other for just a moment before Glorfindel spoke up, “I’m sorry to interrupt your… business good sirs. But as official representative from Valholl, perhaps I can be of assistance in settling this dispute?” “You city dwellers are all the same” spat the Clansman. “You think all problems can be settled with words. Well, you are welcome to try your hand here. I could use a good laugh today.” The other two Clansmen chuckled to themselves. Not to be dissuaded, Glorfindel continued with his questions. “Captain, perhaps you could begin with your side of the story.” “Well, your honor,” began the guard, “it’s like this you see. There’s been a famine this harvest. Maybe it’s affected other parts of Mitgardia, but none so much as here in Teridyan. As you can see our fair city is in need of repairs and we haven’t received much help from Valholl… no offense your honor, I know you all have been busy with bigger problems. But you see many of our farmers have moved to other parts of Mitgardia and with this famine, we haven’t the food to feed everyone in the city. We’ve always had a good relationship with our neighbors, the Great Elk Clan, so our jarl commissioned the Clan to help provide us with provisions. We are paying them adequately, but you see there just isn’t enough for everyone… and well my family…” Glorfindel could tell this guard had a lot on his chest and knew they weren’t going to get far in their discussion if he let him continue. “All right captain, I think I’m beginning to understand. And you, Clansmen, what is your side in all this?” “Hrmph,” the leader started, “as he said, we have had a shortage of food recently. We agreed to help the people of Teridyan by bringing in some of the game we had killed. But the famine is starting to affect us too and we can’t spare any more. We have to think of our own families first. We can’t look after these weaklings anymore. If they knew the land as we do they wouldn’t be in situation!” “And if they all hunted don’t you think there would be far less game to find?” asked Wyndor. “Who’s the whelp?” the dark haired Clansman asked. Not showing he heard Wyndor continued, “and if all these ‘city-dwellers’ lived the way you do who would trade with you and provide your barrels and wagon wheels? Do you have trained coopers amongst your people now or blacksmiths or glass workers?” “We lived without them before, we can live without them again!” answered the gray-haired Clansman. “That’s not what you told me when I came of age Dain” replied Wyndor. Dain looked closer at Wyndor. “It couldn’t be, not Graham’s little pup? How’d you grow up so fast?” Glorfindel raised an eyebrow at Wyndor inquisitively. “My father was a firm believer in raising us accord to the clan’s ways and sent us to them for our right of passage into adulthood” Wyndor explained. “Dain here was one of the elders who oversaw my time in the wilderness many years ago.” He then turned back to the Clansmen. “You said at that time that the clans and the city-dwellers would always need each other.” “That was a different time” answered Dain. “Things have changed. Most city-dwellers no longer care about our ways and traditions. They have no knowledge of the past and that betrays their contempt for the future!” “The future is not living like a savage!” shouted one of the townsfolk. A small crowd had gathered to see the two strangers and had stayed to hear the heated discussion. “You see,” said the Clansman leader. “We can afford to help these aragant city-dwellers no longer! Take these barrels of venison, but know that there will be no more from the Great Elk Clan.” Dain caught Wyndor’s eye for a moment after the leader had spoken his final pronouncement, and then turned away sadly. Wyndor and Glorfindel were soon left by themselves as everyone else had business to take care of. “Well, that didn’t go as planned” said Glorfindel. “No, it appears Mitgardia is not as unified as we had first hoped” answered Wyndor. “Let’s meet with the jarl to see if there is anything else we can do to try to heal the rift here. But I’m afraid that there may not be much more we can do.”
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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.
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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 Olivia had gotten distracted for a moment and the horse caught up with her and snatched the carrot out of her hand. All of a sudden Hashbaz picked her up like a sack of corn and ran towards the house. Tom was running the other way yelling, “Get inside!” Behind him them could see two men with a wolf insignia on their chests running after him. The women got inside and bolted the door as the men prepared to defend hearth and home against the attackers. Valanice was wishing she had brought her axe with her, but without it she knew she would only be in the way if she stayed outside. She tried peeking through the window, but all she saw was a blinding flash that threw her across the room. She came to with Brenda shaking her pleading with her to come outside. She stood on wobbly feet and made her way outside to find Tom stunned but alive and Hashbaz dead on the path. “What happened?” asked Valanice. “They were yelling at us to get inside” said Tom, “And we couldn’t figure out why. All of a sudden there was this flash and the next thing I knew I was flat on the ground and Hashbaz was dead.” “Who would want to hurt Hashbaz?” asked Brenda. “I don’t know,” answered Valanice. “But I must tell my husband about this as soon as possible!”
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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 It was nearing the end of Summer in Dalig Ulv which meant that the light frost that came in the mornings started to stay longer in the areas that got less sunlight than others. Mitgardians were used to seeing snow 80% of year. The town watch of Dalig Ulv stayed well covered when they were on shift. This was a particularly cold evening and it was just beginning. So when the guard was told to take a break for an hour and was slipped a few coins. He didn't ask any questions. He wouldn't have needed to ask questions anyway since this wasn't the first time that Lief had bribed him to give him a few uninterrupted hours in the watchtower by himself. Lief waited till the guard was on his way back to the city wall before settling in to wait for his visitor. He didn't have to wait long until the hooded woman hoisted herself up into the tower. "I grow tired of waiting!" said Lief through his teeth. "Patience sir. The time has almost come. Each day we draw closer to unleashing the Tri-Council on Mitgardia" answered the woman. "You are starting to get sloppy" said Lief. "Pjeter and Wyndor found some of your handiwork near Treacleheim." "Do not worry yourselves with our business" replied the woman. "Continue to supply us with gold and the items we request, and we will take care of the rest. You will not have to worry about anyone else standing in your way for much longer."
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Previously Edited: (Obviously the narator's memory of how the tree looked was a little fuzzy and he has since been reminded of what it really looked like) The guard in the tree recognized the face of his fellow Blue Wolf and let him pass without asking any questions. If Feanor was in this much of a hurry then there must be something very important that he needed to tell their leader.
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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 A few days after inspecting Dålig Ulv’s defensive forces Wyndor was studying a map of Mitgadia’s western coast when Pjeter slapped a wolf flag on the table. “I’ve got some bad new” said Pjeter. “There has been some trouble near the ruins of Treacleheim. This flag was found on the path that runs along the ruins. We think the Blue Wolf Clan is involved.” “But this flag has a red border” answered Wyndor. “Couldn’t this be from a Wolfpack renegade? What am I missing?” “Well, at least with our interaction with them, the Blue Wolves seem to be called that not because of any standard or livery, but because of something that happened to their leader before he found them” said Pjeter. “Though mind you, most of our interactions with these ruffians has just been to see them fleeing from the scene. Stories circulate amongst the taverns here, but we don’t have many hard facts on them.” “Well,” continued Wyndor, “What do we know this time?” “Come with me and we’ll find out” was Pjeter’s reply. They set out eastward from Dålig Ulv towards the mountains and soon came to the outskirts of Treacleheim. Pjeter explained to Wyndor along the way that Treacleheim had once been as great a dwarven city as Omurtag but had been slowly abandoned over three decades ago for unknown reasons. When they got to the place where the flag had been found they stopped. “The farmer who brought this to me said he though he saw one of the ruffians running away from Bwali’s house” said Pjeter. “Is that what that small mound of rocks is?” asked Wyndor. They walked closer to the hut as Pjeter explained the history behind it. “Yes, Bwali the dwarf just showed up here one day and started taking different parts loose stone and rock from Treacleheim and made a small hut for himself. He wasn’t bothering anyone and no one bothered him about it so he just went along his way” explained Pjeter. “He would come into the city every now and then to sell strawberries, but that was about it.” They walked around to the front of the hut and found the body of Bwali, his eyes still open in shock. “What happened?” was all Wyndor could think to ask. “I don’t know laddie,” responded Pjeter, “But whatever it is we are going to need to figure it out before it happens to anyone else.”
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Previously Don't worry, the story behind these builds will be coming soon
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Previously For those who want to see the cellar in more normal lighting.
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I've been doing some experimenting with GIMP. Let me know what you think.
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga Chapter 1 Part 1: A Tragic Beginning Part 2: A Rude Awakening Part 2.1: Liam's Shop Part 2.2: Upward Trek Part 2.3: Misty Fight Part 2.4: Arrow Training Part 2.5: Weapon Training Part 2.6: Wind-up and Shoot Part 2.7: Stingy Trainer Part 3 Intro: An Evil Plot Part 3: A Timely Friend Part 4: For Whom the Bells Toll Part 5: Small Help Part 6: The Map Maker Part 7: An Excuse for Dialogue Mile after mile Wyndor continued to woe Lady Valanice. While it had been some time since the three brothers had been together, Natolyth and Chalin were not surprised by his behavior. While Wyndor did not ignore Chalin, it was Natolyth who got him up to speed with what had happened since the ice-dragon accident. Wyndor’s words were mostly spent on Valanice. “Did it hurt?” asked Wydnor. “Did what hurt?” responded Valanice. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” grinned Wyndor. “You’re company is more pleasant when you are less foolish” answered Valanice, but Wyndor noticed that she couldn’t stop from smiling. “I hate to interrupt you two love birds,” piped Chalin, “But how much longer did you say we have until we reach your home, Valanice?” “We should be there by late afternoon” answered Valanice. “I only ask because we have not met many travelers today and the reports I heard at that last village, of Drow movement, make me very nervous” explained Chalin. “While in Kaliphlin I never meet any Drow, but I heard plenty of tales from travelers about the horrors they’ve wreaked throughout Nocturnus. And things have to be pretty bad for reports like those to make it out of Nocturnus.” “I know these are more dangerous times than most for Avalonia,” started Valanice, “But I suspect that your worries are unfounded. Most of these smaller villages thrive on rumors. Anything from Drow attacks, to plagues, to vampire dukes will keep the local’s conversation occupied for days. And besides, we are traveling through Lesser Burrium, one of the best guarded lands in Avalonia.” “With all the talking you and Wyndor have done,” started Natolyth, “shall I quiz him to see if he can spout off facts like that?” “Why Natolyth!” inserted Wyndor, “I shall not have to spout off anything, I will simply recite from my perfect memory of everything Lady Valanice has said about her fair country. We are currently traveling through Lesser Burrium on our way to Woodward which is near the Darkwood Forest next to the Western Grasslands. Woodward is currently ruled by Lord Faustus but we are going to visit Valanice’s uncle who is the Duke of Beleriand.” “You have been listening,” Valanice said, “at least mostly.” “My lady,” implored Wyndor, “you have had my full attention this entire time. Whatever could I have missed?” “Well,” started Valanice, “my Uncle, the Earl of Beleriand, might take offense at you calling him by the wrong title.” “Ah!” cried Wyndor, “Duke, Earl, Lord, High All-Powerful Master; all these titles seem so unnecessary!” In Mitgardia either you are the mayor of the town or you’re not; and either you have authority or you don’t. Though, being mayor and having authority don’t always go hand-in-hand so I guess we do have some of our own complications” Wyndor ended sheepishly. All of a sudden they heard the sound of pounding footsteps and the swish of cloaks to their left. As they turned to look, their horses spooked and threw all four of them to the ground. The pounding and swishing grew louder as Wyndor started to lift himself off the ground. Looking around he saw everyone moving and said, “Is everyone ok?” “I think we are, but I don’t think we will be, look!” shouted Natolyth. He pointed at the group of cloaked figures running through the forest at them. A dark figure with white hair could be seen directing the attackers from the rear. Three assailants leaped over the stream and engaged the travelers in battle. “I told you something didn’t feel right!” shouted Chalin, “I was trained for battles remember? The air always feels different right before an attack!” He was shouting to be heard over the clanging of steel on steel, but other than that noise the battle was fairly quiet. The Drow assailants were attacking without making a sound themselves. “I’ll remember to apologize after we get out of this alive!” answered Valanice as she blocked a blow meant for Wyndor’s head. She found it eerie to be fighting such silent attackers. She had never met a Drow before, let alone fought one, and found the experience to be one she never wanted to repeat. Battles were meant to involve battle-cries and grunts she had learned while watching her Uncle’s men train at the barracks. Even training with her Uncle, who was a lot more sophisticated than the average soldier, involved more noise than these Drow emitted. Natolyth did not find the Drow’s silence unnerving as he had come in contact with many of them while he was brainwashed. In fact, as he shot some thunderbolts at one of the Drow, he thought he could learn a thing or two from their fighting style. Wyndor swung his sword at a Drow wielding two wicked looking blades but was blocked, as every one of his blows had been. “These Drow are very powerful, how are we ever going to get out of this?” Wyndor wondered to himself. His next thought jumped into his mind like a lightning bolt and had many of the same effects, “I’m in love with Valanice!” “Valanice!” shouted Wyndor as he blocked a blow, “I love you!” “Wyndor!” shouted back Valanice, “I love you too!” Wyndor was in rare form now spinning, ducking, and slashing with more grace than he ever had before. He disarmed one opponent and sent another one sprawling who had been attacking Chalin and then asked, “Will you marry me?” Time seemed to stand still as Valanice turned to Wyndor and said, “Yes.” After a few more zaps and parries, all of the Drow turned and ran off into the forest. Chalin looked around and found no sign of the leader on the other side of the stream. “I guess they decided we were more trouble than we were worth” he said. “Nay, my dear brother, it was love that saved the day” responded Wyndor as he and Valanice gazed into each other’s eyes. “Well lover boy, think what you want, but I think we need to get to Beleriand and warn the Earl” retorted Chalin. “It’s going to be a lot longer of a journey now” said Natolyth. “Our horses have run off and I don’t think they have any intentions of returning.” With a long walk ahead of them they set off towards what they hoped would be safety. -
See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga Chapter 1 Part 1: A Tragic Beginning Part 2: A Rude Awakening Part 2.1: Liam's Shop Part 2.2: Upward Trek Part 2.3: Misty Fight Part 2.4: Arrow Training Part 2.5: Weapon Training Part 2.6: Wind-up and Shoot Part 2.7: Stingy Trainer Part 3 Intro: An Evil Plot Part 3: A Timely Friend Part 4: For Whom the Bells Toll Part 5: Small Help Part 6: The Map Maker Part 7: An Excuse for Dialogue Part 8: Over the River and Through the Woods A few minutes after the sun had gone done the travelers were still walking. They still had about 5 miles to go before they reached Beleriand and were determined to get there that night. Before leaving Kaliphlin, Valanice had written her Uncle to let him know when to expect her and that she was bringing visitors. Riders from the Earl met them on the road just as the last traces of daylight were slipping away. He had grown worried that his niece had not arrived when planned and had sent out some of his men to see if Valanice had run into any trouble. He had heard about the recent Drow attacks all throughout Avalonia and had even had to help some of the neighboring Earl’s deal with some of their own attacks. They road into the Earl’s fortress with a clatter of hooves and the clank of a barred and locked gate behind them. The Earl was there to greet them as they dismounted by the stables. “Uncle Richard!” proclaimed Valanice, “I’m so glad we made it safely!” “Yes, I was quiet worried about you.” responded Richard, “Since you left the situation throughout Avalonia has grown more dangerous than you can imagine. I tried to send riders to meet you at the Kaliphlin border, but something happened to them and I fear the worst for their fate.” “It seems we have much to catch up on, but first, allow me to introduce the three sons of Graham who have escorted me from Kaliphlin: Wyndor, Natolyth, and Chalin” said Valanice. “I have much to thank you for sons of Graham,” stated Richard. “I have no daughters of my own you see, so Valanice is like the daughter I never had. I am very thankful for the protection you have provided her. And now you must rest, I have much to tell my niece.” “Uh, Sir Earl, sir,” Wyndor started to say. “No, there is no need for more words tonight. We will talk more in the morning” responded Richard. With that he whisked Valanice away and motioned for some servants to show the brothers to their room. Valanice looked over her shoulder at Wyndor and mouthed: “We’ll talk later.” Wyndor had no other choice but to follow the servants. When they got to their room Chalin and Natolyth went straight to bed, barely even bothering to take off their boots they were so tired from the battle that morning. Wyndor, on the other hand, stayed up sitting at the window watching the shadows. He could see a corner of a window of the great room where he assumed Richard and Valanice were discussing the events of the past week. Eventually he nodded off. He woke up early the next morning to find Richard standing over his bed. “Let’s go for a walk, you and I,” he told Wyndor. They walked around the inner perimeter of the wall surrounding the manor and a few other buildings that served as the Earl’s estate. “How’s Valanice?” Wyndor asked trying to start some conversation. “She is exhausted from the journey and a late night discussion about why I should let you marry her” Richard responded abruptly. “Well, I was hoping to ask for your permission first, but, well, you see…” Wyndor started. “But real life got in the way” responded Richard. “I do understand how that can happen you know. I’m not one to shoot a crossbow bolt at every man who comes to the doorstep.” “Well that’s a relief” said Wyndor. “So why don’t you tell me why you love my niece?” stated Richard. They had ended up on one of the elevated walkways that ran across various parts of the estate. Wyndor spent the next hour going into detail about why he loved Valanice and how he planned to care for her. Richard was impressed with Wyndor’s passion, but more than that, he was impressed with how much Wyndor had thought through all the details for caring for Valanice. “Wyndor,” started Richard, “I can tell that you will take care of my niece and I can give the two of you my blessing. But, you must promise me one thing.” “What’s that?” asked Wyndor. “You must take Valanice away from Avalonia as quickly as possible. I’m afraid that the Drow you met on the road yesterday are just the first of many to attack these lands. I have been reinforcing the defenses of Beleriand and my manor, but it may not be enough. I fear for the safety of my people and I do not want to have to fear for hers also” said Richard. “If Valanice agrees, we can have the ceremony today and you can leave first thing in the morning for Mitgardia.” “You have my word that I will put her life before mine, always” stated Wyndor. The rest of the morning was spent making plans and that afternoon Wyndor and Valanice were married. Their witnesses were Wyndor’s two brothers and Richard’s honor guard. It was a simple ceremony which Richard oversaw himself. Never before in Historica had there been two people happier to be together that day than Wyndor and Valanice.
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga Chapter 1 Part 1: A Tragic Beginning Part 2: A Rude Awakening Part 2.1: Liam's Shop Part 2.2: Upward Trek Part 2.3: Misty Fight Part 2.4: Arrow Training Part 2.5: Weapon Training Part 2.6: Wind-up and Shoot Part 2.7: Stingy Trainer Part 3 Intro: An Evil Plot Part 3: A Timely Friend Part 4: For Whom the Bells Toll Part 5: Small Help Part 6: The Map Maker Part 7: An Excuse for Dialogue Part 8: Over the River and Through the Woods Part 9: Beleriand After many days, Wyndor and company made it over the Mitgardian border. The Mitgardian banner was a welcome sight for the travelers who had to be very careful traversing the lands of Avalonia. They saw many Drow patrols and passed many ruined villages along the way. However, they managed to escape any more large scale attacks themselves. The rest of their journey through Mitgardia was uneventful, though Wyndor noticed a slightly haggard look on the faces of the villagers they passed. They arrived in Aalborg on a quiet evening and walked up to the gate of the house of Graham. “Ho there from some weary travelers. We seek shelter for the night!” called out Wyndor. The gatekeeper bumbled out from the guard house muttering under his breathe, obviously upset about having to deal with travelers after the evening torches had already been lit. But when he got to the gate his eyes lit up. “Master Wyndor! It has been an age since you were last home! My how you’ve grown, please come in, come in.” He said as opened the gate and admitted the weary travelers. They were greeted with cries of joy, slaps on the arm, and hugs from the servants who tended the house of Graham. Graham himself came out from his study demanding to know what was disturbing his reading. When he saw his sons he cried out and grabbed them all in a big bear-hug. Wyndor introduced Graham to Valanice and there were tears in his eyes as he greeted his daughter-in-law. He turned to Wyndor, “You have done well my son. Thank you for bringing everyone home safely. I wish Tagaler could be here, but I know there is nothing you could have done to prevent that disaster.” Graham looked away for a moment and then continued, “But come, let us talk of more joyous things!” They talked late into the night laughing at the stories the brothers told of each other on their many adventures since the ice-dragon. Wyndor and Valanice stayed in Aarlborg for a week enjoying the peace life was affording them. The days following that week though, Wyndor woke up each morning thinking about all the unrest he had seen across Historica. He had been in the middle of a war in both Nocturnus and Avalonia and had seen division even in Kaliphlin as they strove to be better than their northern neighbors. He knew that Mitgardia had issues of its own and it seemed to him that it was only a matter of time before war struck his beloved guild. He decided to take the matter up with his father. “You are quiet right my son, war is on our doorstep” began Graham. “Ever since the Jarl went missing there has been a power vacuum in Mitgardia that has not been properly filled. Yes, things seem quiet on the outside here, but there is much turmoil.” “So, if war is inevitable, what can I do to make sure Mitgardia does not falter when our time comes?” asked Wyndor. “Well, I would ask you to help me here in Aarlborg. With all of your experience from traveling throughout Historica you could teach the militia here quite a few things, I’m sure” replied Graham. “I sense a “but” somewhere in there” said Wyndor. “Yes, you would be helpful to me here, but I have another course of action I’m going to recommend to you for two reasons. First, I already have a well-trained militia stationed here in Aarlborg. While you could teach them much more, I’m afraid there are too many other cities in Mitgardia who need your help more than my men do.” “You said there was a 2nd reason, what is it?” asked Wyndor. “It’s funny we should be having this conversation today because the 2nd reason is that I just received a letter from a Pjeter asking about you” said Graham. “Do I know a Pjeter?” asked Wyndor. “It seems you offered him your services if ever he should need them back during the dark time of Victor Revolword” replied Graham. “Ah! Pjeter! Now I remember, he helped me get to Northridge when I first set out on my journey” exclaimed Wynodr. “What is that old dog up to now?” “It seems he has done quite well for himself and has become mayor of the city of Dålig Ulv” answered Graham. “That’s one of the major trade centers for the Wolf Clans just east of Erikson right?” “That’s right,” said Graham. “It has remained a quiet and unassuming city even though many of the goods that get shipped out of Erikson usually pass through Dålig Ulv first. All of the clansmen from the Wolf Clans bring their wares to the city and so do most of the dwarves who mine in the western side of Mt. Mitgard. Pjeter has written asking you to aid him on the city council. There are some changes happening in the city and seems that not all of them are good. He remembers you as being an honest and brave man and wants your help.” “That’s quite the request coming from someone I haven’t seen for such a long time. What do you think Father?” asked Wyndor. “Is this something you think I should pursue? Will I be able to do some good there?” “I would advise you to go to Dålig Ulv” answered Graham. “There will be many opportunities for you to use the skills you have gained as well as to learn some new ones. Who knows? Maybe you will be able to effect some positive change on the western half of our guild.” It was settled. Over the next few days Wyndor and Valanice prepared to move north. Natolyth and Chalin heard about their plans and were none too happy that the brother trio was about to be broken up after so recently being reunited. They announced that they were going to be moving with the couple. Graham was sad to see his family move on so quickly after returning home, but Wyndor was thrilled that he would have the help of his brothers in whatever adventures lie ahead of him. To Be Continued in Chapter 2!
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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: (You're Here!) Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker The archers had a barracks of their own where they housed their training gear. There was some room for archers to live there if needed, but it was a cramped place. Wyndor worked with what he had though and asked the city’s archers to shown him what they were capable of. They started by shooting with short bows at close targets. There wasn’t much else they could do in the archers’ barracks. The rest would have to be done in the archery fields outside the city walls. After they were done with the short bows Wyndor asked Chalin to teach the archers about knife throwing. “Sometimes you won’t always have time to get your bow strung and an arrow notched before your attacker is upon you” Chalin was saying. “It’s always good to have a backup method of defending yourself.” “That’s why I practice my swordsmanship” one of the archers piped up. “Swords are a good weapon to be familiar with, trust me, I know. But a sword also means you allow your attacker to get close to you. If you know how to throw a knife, you’ll keep your enemy from getting close enough to do you as much harmer as you can do to him” Chalin responded. Liam leaned over to Wyndor and said, “Your brother has great skill. Did he by chance learn from one of my brothers?” “You have brothers?” Wyndor asked. “I didn’t know that. However, I don’t think he’s run across any of them. He learned his skill out of necessity in the Kaliphlin fighting pits.” “Perhaps you should have taken a turn in them yourself. Maybe you could have learned a thing or two that even I couldn’t have taught you” Liam responded.
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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: (You're Here!) The last group of the Militia that Wyndor visited that day were the cavalry. He talked with the lead rider about the men and the horses. “You wouldn’t believe how much planning there goes into keeping a stable up and running!” exclaimed the rider. “You have to keep track of how much the horses are eating and what they have already eaten; you have to make sure the stables are mucked out at regular intervals; you have to make sure they get regular exercise but not too much exercise; and the list goes on! I’ll have to get you up to date on the dietary plans for each of the horses first…” “Hold on there!” Wyndor interrupted. “I’m not planning on replacing you, I’m just here to help.” “Well, that’ll make organization easier to maintain I must admit” the rider responded. “I have a very organized way of doing things that all the men and horses are very used to. I imagine it’d be pretty hard on them if things were to change suddenly. Here, let me show you around.” Wyndor could tell that he took his job very seriously and was glad he could leave the “important organizational details” in someone else’s hands. However, it seemed that there was much to do in the way of training. So he got started right away.
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(This is set after A Rude Awakening but well before A Timely Friend, and directly after Wind-up and Shoot) Liam and Wyndor walked to a different part of the training ground and descended some steps into a natural bowl in the mountain side. “Now, you told me you want a sword. But first you need to prove that you are worthy of wielding it” Liam stated. “Listen,” started Wyndor, “I appreciate all your training. I really do. But I know how to wield a sword.” “That remains to be seen” responded Liam. “Now, I want you to prove you can use the weapons I choose to attack and neutralize each of the training dummies.” “Fine,” answered Wyndor, “I’ll do it your way if it means I can get a sword from you.” “I want you to start with a flail. Show me how you would defeat these opponents” said Liam. Wyndor attacked each dummy with fervor and worked his way from one end of the training ground to the next. “Now, pick them up and do it again with this axe” said Liam. Wyndor again attacked the dummies and worked his way to the other end of the bowl. “Now, do it all again, with this knife” said Liam. “Hold on, are you serious?” cried Wyndor. “Very” stated Liam. “Listen, this is just too much. I’ll go somewhere else to get a sword” Wyndor said as he started to walk away. “Defend yourself!” shouted Liam as he jumped at Wyndor with a sword. Having nothing but the knife Liam had given him Wyndor was driven to the ground and disarmed. “That,” started Liam, “proves you are not yet ready for this sword.” “How was I supposed to do anything? All I had was a knife!” Wyndor protested. “Take this sword then and attack me” Liam said as he picked up the knife. “You’re crazy” said Wyndor, but he took the sword anyway. He swung the sword at Liam. The next thing Wyndor knew the sword was out of his hand and Liam had the knife to his throat. “Now,” said Liam, “run the course again, with the knife.” Edit: Shoot, can a Moderator change my title to "Weapon Training - AoM: Barracks Phase II" please?
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga Chapter 1 Part 1: A Tragic Beginning Part 2: A Rude Awakening Part 3 Intro: An Evil Plot Part 3: A Timely Friend Part 4: Small Help (Momments after this picture was taken, the man walked back into his house and we join Wyndor on his journey.) Wyndor didn’t know if more Black Spire troops would arrive or what other evils dwelt in the church so he and Steiner made a sled to carry the unconscious Natolyth and started trudging through the swamplands. After an hour of dragging Steiner said, “Ah, I’m not so good with directions **muttering under his breathe: though you’ll never hear me admit it** but we are heading north to Mitgardia right?” “Honestly, I haven’t given our direction much thought. I’m just trying to find someone to help us,” responded Wyndor. “Here, this house looks inhabited, maybe its occupant can help us.” They crossed the small stream and made their way to the small cottage. Steiner knocked on the door and a small man answered. “Hello, may I help you?” The man asked. “Yes,” responded Wyndor, “We are not native to Nocturnus and have run into a bit of trouble. My brother here is very ill. We would be indebted to you if you would help us.” “Certainly good sir, I would never turn away a traveler in need. Balor the midget, at your service.” He said. “Midget!” Steiner exclaimed, “You’re no midget! They’re just fairy tales! You must be a dwarf **muttering under his breathe: Yes indeed this dwarf is an imposter!**” “I assure you good sir, I am indeed a midget. Perhaps you have been listening to lies by one Mister Jackson. I’ve heard that he is going around telling people that dwarves wear short stubble for beards instead of growing them out as all dwarves do unless they are exiles,” Balor explained. “I am neither an exile nor one of Mister Jacksons fictional characters. And as you can see, I have no long beard, and therefore my claim of being a midget is true.” “I don’t mean to interrupt this important argument,” Wydnor said, “but my brother desperately needs a physician!” “My deepest apologies good sir, please bring him inside my humble abode. I am fairly adept in the art of healing and will do my best to assist your poor brother,” Balor responded. After a couple days Natolyth was back on his feet. He had over exerted himself trying out his newly gained magical knowledge and simply needed rest and a few herbs. Edea’s brainwashing had allowed her to use Natolyth for her own means, but also had the advantageous effect of leaving her knowledge of spells and magic imprinted on Natolyth’s memories. He had fully regained his faculties and was still able to cast magic. “Now that Natolyth is back on his feet **muttering under his breathe: and looking a lot less evil than before**,” Steiner said one morning, “shall we make our way back North, Wyndor?” “Nay, I must still find my other lost brother,” Wyndor responded. “Balor and I have been taking and he has heard rumor of a strong Mitgardian fighting in Kaliphlin. He started fighting around the same time as my brother’s disappearance. I have no other leads on my brother’s whereabouts so I must needs travel to Kaliphlin.” “I wish you well Wyndor. It has been an honor to fight at your side but I must return to Fangnorst **muttering under his breathe: surely they have missed me and will rejoice to see me return!**” said Steiner in reply. “Here, I want Skandi to travel with you. He has been my faithful owl for many years. If you have need of aid, send him with a message and he will find me.” Turning to Balor he said, “Fairly well good Balor. I think you for your hospitality and if I ever I should meet this liar, Mister Jackson, I will defend thine honor.” “Thank you Steiner,” Balor answered. “It has been my pleasure to assist you in learning the differences between my kind and the dwarves.” With that, Steiner set off to the North. Later that day Wyndor and Natolyth took to the road as well, heading West to Kaliphlin. OoC: All feedback is welcome!
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga Chapter 1 Part 1: A Tragic Beginning Part 2: A Rude Awakening Part 3 Intro: An Evil Plot Part 3: A Timely Friend Part 4: Over the course of a couple days Wyndor and Steiner made their way through Nocturnus, dogging Black Spire Soldiers and those loyal to Lord Ssilyrrlith alike. Wyndor did not want to get involved in the civil war; he had enough to worry about as it was. They followed the rumors of Mitgardians seen moving, or being led, south to a church just south of Port Wrath. “I do not like the look of this place Sir Wyndor,” Steiner said, “It has an evil air about it. **muttering under his breath: and I would rather not be here!**” “Most of Nocturnus has an evil air about it Steiner,” Wyndor replied, “But that does not make everything here evil. You have to judge the heart to know if it is truly evil. Many of the people we’ve meet so far have been twisted, but not necessarily evil.” As they approached the church they heard some chanting from inside. “Quick Wyndor! I know that speech **muttering under his breath: and all it’s vileness**. It is the chanting of the Denizens of Darkness and no good can come of it!” Steiner yelled. Wyndor was the first to reach the door and as he reached for the handle he was thrown back. Steiner shouted: “Look out Wyndor! **muttering under his breath: mayhaps I should have said that earlier** These guards do not mean us well!” Steiner and Wyndor made quick work of the Denizen guards and once more attempted to enter the church. The chanting reached a new level of intensity and the two Mitgardians heard a loud *pop*! Steiner glanced up and said, “Quick friend, go stop whatever madness is happening inside, I’ll take care of this **muttering under his breath: that is, if I live through it**” Wyndor didn’t take time to find out what had Steiner so worried, he just rushed towards the chanting. “Foul beast, no matter what your heart might say I know you are up to no good and do not mean me well. Let us decide this here and now! **muttering under his breath: huyah!**” Steiner yelled. Inside, Wyndor was reunited with his brother Natolyth. However, the reunion was not one Wyndor could have ever dreamed of. He saw his brother accompanied by a sorceress in the middle of an incantation. “Cuiva nwalca carnirassë! Nai yarvaxëa rasselya taltuva ñotto-carinnar!” Edea chanted. Wyndor tried to cut the sorceress down but Natolyth blocked his blow with his staff. Wyndor thought to himself. “I don’t want to fight my own brother, but neither can I allow this spell to continue.” “What madness has overtaken you?” Wyndor asked. Natolyth just stared at him with a blank look in his eyes and began to attack. Torn over what to do Wyndor continued to strike at his brother, always being careful not to harm him. He maneuvered the battle so that he was near Edea. Natolyth swung and Wyndor ducked and kicked, sending his brother flying across the floor. With his next breath Wyndor turned and stabbed at Edea. At that moment she snapped out of what had seemed to be a trance and turned her staff on Wyndor. He found himself wrapped in flame, helpless to move. The next thing he knew Edea was on the floor with Natolyth standing over her. “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks.” Natolyth said. “This is Edea, a witch of the Denizens of Darkness, and I have been her slave against my will.” Just then, Steiner stumbled in. “I’ve killed the monster! **muttering under his breath: that fould beast!**” He said, and then fell over. Blood pooled underneath him. “He is grievously wounded!” Wyndor stated as he knelt next to Steiner. “Here,” Said Natolyth, “Thanks to Edea’s control of my body and mind I know how to heal his wounds I think.” Before Wyndor could question his brother he began chanting: “Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad.” As he finished chanting Steiner bolted straight up, the blood now gone from his side. “Woah!” He shouted. And with that Natolyth fell over, unconscious. OoC: See bigger pictures on my Flickr Page
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga Chapter 1 Part 1: A Tragic Beginning Part 2: A Rude Awakening Part 3 Intro: An Evil Plot After leaving Northridge, Wyndor traveled south. It took him many weeks to traverse the land of Mitgardia moving from one ancient site of safety to the next. On the road he heard tell of the defeat of Victor Revolword and rumors of unrest across the land. He met many people along his way. Some of whom helped him, others whom he was able to help. Mayhaps these stories will be told one day, but for now we join Wyndor on the edge of Nocturnus. He has come to the final gate, just south of Hykerbia, before leaving Mitgardian territory. The gate was in a wall that stretched from the mountains to the sea. It was commissioned by the Jarl and finished shortly before his disappearance. The Jarl was quick to state that the reason for the defended gate was not mistrust of Nocturnians, but rather a desire to improve all defenses across Mitgardia. When he was asked why he started with this particular part of Mitgardia the Jarl had no answer. Wyndor had heard rumors of Mitgardian slaves passing through this area a couple weeks ago and came to try to find his lost brothers. He sold his horse to a trader named Otar. He was explaining his story to the captain on duty, trying to negotiate the opening of the gate. “Listen, I am the first son of Graham and a true Mitgardian! I have honest reasons for passing through this gate, as I have explained to you! Wyndor argued. “There is a civil war going on in Nocturnus Sir Grahamson and I will not admit a stranger through the gate at this time.” Responded the captain. “How many times do I have to tell you that I had no knowledge of such a war happening! I’ve been on the road for many weeks in search of my brothers. Now open the gate or give me better reasons for refusing to admit me!” Wyndor shouted. “It’s the wolf on your chest good sir,” spoke the stranger. “The sign of the wolf often means association with the Wolfpack.” “Well that IS news to me. In all my travels since Northridge where I bought this armor no one has hesitated to assist me before or accept my assistance.” Wyndor replied. “Well good sir, these past months have been in no way normal **muttering under his breath: perhaps he has lost more than time on the roads** Well never mind! My name is Steiner, defender of Fangnorst and the truest Mitgardian you will ever meet! **muttering under his breath: and if you meet a truer one I shall have to best him in combat to prove the error** I have sworn to protect all of Mitgardia!” Steiner began. “Well, this is a most unique person indeed,” thought Wyndor, “but perhaps I can use that to my advantage.” “Sir Steiner, it is a pleasure to meet so valiant a Mitgardian. As I was telling the good captain here, there is a Mitgardian being held prisoner in Nocturnus as we speak. Mayhaps I could recruit your assistance in freeing him?” “WHAT!” shouted Steiner. “A loyal Mitgardian being held against his will! Captain! By order of Steiner, defender of Mitgardia **muttering under his breath: and all who might need my help**, open this gate! “I only open it because I have orders to comply with your requests” stated the Captain. With a creak of the gate Wyndor and Steiner set off into Nocturnus. See more pictures at my AoM entry.
