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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 Wyndor, Charlemagne, and the rest of their party made their way up a trail in the Rakath Mountains. After Charlemagne had come back from Ulandus, he had kept some of their dragons around. He hoped one of them would be willing to help Wyndor. These particular dragons were trained to be comfortable around humans and other humanoids. But they were still dragons and as such could not be made to do anything they didn’t want to do. Thankfully these dragons were pretty clear about whether they liked a person or not and after showing their approval became very loyal. Charlemagne was explaining all of this to Wyndor and Valenice as they came to the dragon grounds. Wyndor spied one particular dragon that just seemed to call to him. He started to approach the beast and immediately the dragon came up to him. There was obviously a connection and Wyndor knew this was just the answer he needed to take on the Algus threat and allow him to return to Mitgardia. He and Valanice climbed onto the dragon’s back. “I imagine we’ll be able to get back home faster than the horse rides it took to get us here” said Valanice. “Yes, hopefully we won’t be too late!” responded Wyndor. Looking down at Charlemagne he asked, “How can we ever repay you?” “Just be ready to return the favor if ever we need it” answered Charlemagne. And with that the dragon began beating his wings and took off to carry his passengers back to Dalig Ulv. As Charlemagne, Hildegard, Morpheus and Balthazar watched them fade into the distance, a huge shadowed loomed up behind them… OoC: Please note that this build was simply put together to help act as pictures for the transition in the story. It's a lot of recycled parts and is very plain. Sometimes I find I need to do that to get over a mental block so I can keep building and telling the parts of the story that come more naturally to me. The dragon was built for the next part of the story that will be coming soon.
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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 Bustle at Treacleheim At the Gates of Budd-apest Rothgar and Constance made their way through the under-levels of Treacleheim. Constance was impressed with how much progress the dwarves had already made in clearing the rubble away and rebuilding the old city. Constance lost track of how many turns they made, but Rothgar seemed to know the route like the back of his hand, dwarven intuition it would seem. They finally ended up in front of a small monument where the dragon forged blade was being displayed. “This was built in remembrance of Dwalion, the first dwarf of Treacleheim to forge a bond with the dragons to enlist their assistance in forging weapons” explained Rothgar. “As you know, it has been many decades since the last dragon was willing to help forge blades. This may be the last in the city, and you are welcome to it. If we happen across any more I will be sure to inform the council at Dalig Ulv.” “One blade!” thought Constance, “What’s one blade going to do against the armies of the Algus!”
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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 “…So you see, if the Desert King were to ally with The Black Spire, it could be very beneficial for the both of us” stated the vampire. “Kyran, I don’t see why you persist with these advances,” started Charlemagne, “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again that while the city of Budd-apest fought on the side of the Desert King, we have no sway in his policies.” “Yes, but the rumors are well known of your involvement in the war Charlemagne, or should I say the Scarlet Magnolia?” replied Kyran. “Yes, well, rumors are just that” stated Charlemagne. “Nevertheless, were such a person of influence to recommend a course of action to the Desert King, I’m certain it would be well received” continued Kyran. “Just remember, Budd-apest is not that far from the Nocturnus borders. There is much unrest in our guild still, and Lord Raavage would be a powerful ally. I would hate for your fair city to become a casualty were another war to break out and you were found without enough… ‘protection.’” Morpheus, one of the Leanders Charlemagne rescued from the Ulandians growled, “We don’t appreciate threats, especially not in our own home.” “All I ask is that you think about,” replied Kyran. Meanwhile, at the front door, Wyndor and Valanice where met by Balthazar. “Hello,” began Wyndor, “We’ve been studying at the library and were told we might find it faster to speak to the master of the house. Is he in?” “It depends,” was Balthazar’s answer, “Who’s asking?” “We are travelers from Mitgardia” answered Valanice, “We’ve been researching…” “Say no more!” interrupted Balthazar, “As long as your aren’t from Nocturnus, I’m sure Charlemagne will be willing to speak with you. Would you mind waiting in the garden until he is available?” Wyndor and Valanice wandered around the small garden admiring the different plant life. Valanice stepped over to one of the corners and was admiring a broad-leafed bush when a rabbit hopped out. “Oh!” she said, “Well aren’t you cute!” “Are you A.L.I.C.E.?” asked the rabbit. Valanice stepped back in shock. “Did you just talk?” she asked. The rabbit just tilted its head at her and then hopped away. Valanice turned to Wyndor, “Honey, the strangest thing just happened to me!” Before Wyndor could say anything Charlemagne walked into the garden. “Thank you for waiting, I had to get away from unwanted solicitors” he said, “I am Charlemagne and this is my wife, Hildegard and my advisor, Morpheus. Balthazar tells me you have some questions for me?” “Thank you for meeting with us” replied Wyndor. “As I’m sure you’ve heard, we are facing a threat in the North by a race of beings that are nearly unbeatable. What research we’ve done has led us to believe that dragon forged weapons will allow us to combat these fiends. We were researching where we might find such weapons at the Library of Budd-apest when the librarian said you might be a faster source of information for us.” “Indeed I have heard of your plight with the Algus” answered Charlemagne. “As for dragon forged blades, I can do one better. How about a real dragon?” “Dragons are hard to come by and not something one gives up readily” said Wyndor. “What’s the catch?” “When I rescued Morpheus and Balthazar from the Ulandus, we came back to Budd-apest with dragons” said Charlemagne. “It turns out that the Ulandians had information on how to find and train dragons that had been lost to us generations ago. With their help, not only have we been able to care for the dragons we brought back from Ulandus but we’ve found signs of a small clan of dragons in the Rakath Mountains. With some coaxing we should be able to match you with one that will be willing to help you.” “And you’d be willing to do this for us?” asked Valanice. “Of course!” answered Charlemagne. “I’m something of a sucker for people in need of help.” “Well,” said Wyndor, “Please lead the way!”
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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 The Green Dragon Inn Bustle at Treacleheim After weeks on the road, Wyndor and Valanice had finally made it to Budd-apest. The road had not been the safest as Kaliphlin was still facing repercussions from their civil war. Travelers had found it was best not to declare they were for any one side because they never knew when they might meet an overzealous Ulandian or Desert King sympathizer. Wyndor and Valanice adopted this practice as well even though it seemed to them that the Desert King had the most legitimate claim to the guild. They arrived at the gate weary but safe. “We’re here to visit the library” they declared. “And how do we know you aren’t from the High Council come to cause trouble?” asked the mummy guard. “We’re from Mitgardia” began Wyndor, “And we have no allegiance to the High Council. We’ve been facing a plague of terrors across the northern half of our guild and we’ve come to seek answers from the acclaimed library of your fair city.” “Flattery will get you nowhere” was the Masketeer’s reply. “We’re not trying to flatter!” said Valanice. “We really just want any information on the Algus!” Neither guard made any attempt to open the gate so Wyndor and Valanice turned to each other. “What do we do now?” they asked themselves. Just then the gates opened and a captain of the Red Guard stepped out. “What’s all this commotion?” he asked. “Sir,” the mummy replied, “These travelers claim to be on a peaceful mission of knowledge and wish to see the library.” “At ease,” the Red Guard captain answered, “Word has reached me of two Mitgardians looking for answers. I think we can safely allow these travelers into our city.” The captain didn’t say anything else so Wyndor and Valanice followed him in.
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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 -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 17: The Cemetery Home With Wyndor out of town for several weeks, Valanice invited her sisters to come visit her from Avalonia. She had spent the past few years with her Uncle Richard learning what he had to teach her, but her sisters had remained with her parents. With the plague and the Drow dealt with for now, the road between Avalonia and Mitgardia was thought to be safe. Wyndor had built a large house for he and Valanice soon after they had moved to Dalig Ulv. Valanice enjoyed showing her sisters around and having their help in keeping house while Wyndor was away. Without figs: Comments are welcome! This is one of, if not the largest single building I've attempted to date. I'm happy with some parts, not so happy with others. Like the tower. I really don't like it. So if you have negative feedback on it, I'll probably agree with you. I was running out of bricks, and it was already fully integrated with the rest of the building so I couldn't take it out. So there you have it. Let me know what you think.
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See the previous parts of the story: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 After the incident in Teridyan, Wyndor and Glorfindel headed back towards Valholl. They walked through the hospitable landscape of Mitgardia. They walked past refreshing rivers. They helped those they found that could not help themselves. They faced some fearsome beasts... and handled them each in his own way. And soon found themselves nearing Valholl. Thank you to SK for starting this collab. It's been a lot of fun. I look forward to the conclusion! I wanted to try something a little different for this post. The smaller builds gave me some freedom to try some different ideas. This was also my first attempt at using colored backgrounds. Let me know what you think. Edit: I've listened to the feedback and made some changes and took some new pictures. The old pictures are in the spoiler.
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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 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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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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This is the final build in the collab between myself and MKJoshA. I hope you enoyed it as much as I did. Kabel inspired the floor design with the sweet custom sail on his ship, you can see it in the Challenge III topic. Upon arriving in Valholl, Wyndor and Glorfindel went straight to the capitol building and once inside that they headed to the throne room itself. Several nobles and officers of the army were discussing current matters and arguing different strategies. Elon Chorian and Steen Larsson were waiting to hear news of their travels... "It's good to see you two again," said Glorfindel. "Likewise, I'm glad you weren't injured or waylaid on your mission," Elon replied. "Now what do you have to report?" Glorfindel reported: "Tension between different races and factions in Mitgardia is on the rise, but as of yet most are still willing to work against a common threat. How long they will maintain that attitude remains to be seen. Even now, some new change of events could move things toward a civil war. The dwarves, if rumours be true, seem most likely to make a rash move and plunge Mitgardia into chaos. Reportedly they've been having many long councils in their great cities concerning the invasion of Avalonia." "Yes, I have heard similar tidings," Larsson added. "Then we must look into the matter, we need definite proof that the dwarves are plotting to attack Avalonia before we can intervene. In the meantime be on your guard and do what you can to promote unity," Elon ordered. More pictures: Without figs: The bear paw insignia: Noble and Officer figs: C&C appreciated
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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 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.
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See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10 (You're Here!) Part 10.1: Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Wyndor and company arrived in Dålig Ulv and he immediately asked for Pjeter. He was directed towards the town hall and there saw his old acquaintance. “Ho there Pjeter!” said Wyndor. “Well laddie! Times have been good to you. Welcome to Dålig Ulv” replied Pjeter. “So, what have you been up to?” asked Wyndor. “You’ve come a long way from serving on a trade barge.” “Aye, now I’m a reputable land owner. They elected me mayor just last year. But since then an entrepreneur named Lief has moved here from Erikson and has caused me no small amount of grief!” said Pjeter. “Well, it sounds like we have much to discuss then. Where can we go to talk in private?” asked Wyndor. “I have a study here in the town hall. But, before we go in I must ask you, where did you get one of the breastplates of the Blue Wolf Clan?” inquired Pjeter. “What? This? I got this ages ago in Northridge. I’m familiar with the Wolf Clans and the Wolfpack mercenaries, but who are the Blue Wolves?” responded Wyndor. “They are a radical group of misfits who have taken up residence near Dålig Ulv I’m afraid” said Pjeter. “They started as a splinter group from the local Wolfpack riffraff and are led by a renegade from the Wolf Clans. Hence their name. Normally they don’t cause too much trouble, but recently their, uh, demonstrations have grown more aggressive. They have no set standard of armor as they come from all over, but the breastplate you wear is used by some of their elite and is a symbol of fear here.” “I have worn this armor over hundreds of miles and all four guilds Pjeter,” said Wyndor. “I am not about to abandon it simply because it has a negative association here. I will just have to give them a better association with it.” As they were talking another man walked up and interrupted their conversation. “I take it this is your new lackey Pjeter” said the stranger. “Ah, yes, Wyndor this is Lief” said Pjeter. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance sir” said Wyndor as he held out his hand. Lief ignored Wyndor’s hand and said to Pjeter, “So you’re filling our council with local radicals now Pjeter?” “Lief, as I’ve told you before, you are not on the council. You are a valuable member of our community because of the financing you have done for our militia and shop owners, but you hold no sway over who I appoint to the council” said Pjeter. “Well, that remains to be seen” Lief said as he turned and walked away. “I can see what you mean about him causing trouble” said Wyndor. The next day Pjeter introduced Wyndor to the town. They stood on the platform in front of the town hall which faced an open courtyard in the center of the city. “Good people of Dålig Ulv, I present to you the newest member of our council” Pjeter announced in his thick rolling accent. “He has traveled much of Historica and has fought many battles with a true heart. He will be taking charge of our militia and training with them to ensure that we are prepared for anything.” Wyndor stepped up to speak. He was slightly nervous as he had never had this level of responsibility before. But he had asked his brothers to accompany him today and had one other person whom he had written to before arriving in Dålig Ulv whom he knew would be of great help as well. He began to address the crowd of townsfolk who had cared enough to assemble, “Good people, I am Wyndor Grahamson and I am glad to be a part of this fair city. I hope to be able to add my knowledge to your own and cause some good in Dålig Ulv.” There was a murmur running through the crowd and Wyndor knew he would have to address something right away. “Many of you may be asking why I wear a symbol of rebellion. Long before the Blue Wolf Clan started troubling these lands, back when we were all suffering from the actions of Victor Revolword, I began a journey across all of Historica. This armor may be a symbol for rebels to you, but to me it is a symbol of protection against my attackers. I hope you will give me the chance to prove myself by my actions before judging me by my armaments. Now, I would be amiss to promise you that I could handle all of the responsibility you have granted me by myself. I’d like to introduce you to my two brothers who will be aiding me in training the militia.” Natolyth and Chalin walked up and give a short introduction. The people seemed especially impressed with Chalin who had learned how to charm the crowds while fighting in Kaliphlin. After their introductions Wyndor made one more introduction. “I would also like to introduce you a personal advisor I’ve asked to join me here in Dålig Ulv. His name is Liam and he taught me much of what I know about fighting.” Liam stepped up and just stared at the crowd. Wyndor could tell they were a little uncomfortable with having a Cyclops living amongst them, but he knew they would grow to like the old weapons master. Wyndor gave some final remarks and then stepped away from the crowd as Pjeter gave some mayoral updates. He stood next to Liam and said, “Thank you for coming on such short notice Liam.” “Hmprf, and miss a chance to see one of my students either shine or make a fool of himself?” Liam replied. “I would never miss it!” “Well, regardless of your confidence in me, I will be glad to have you here” answered Wyndor.
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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 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 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 -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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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: 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.
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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 25a: Captive in the Barn Mattimeo sat at the desk scrutinizing the map. “Where are you?” He asked no one in particular, tapping the map and thinking deeply. “What secret have you discovered that I haven’t yet Edea?” He continued deep in thought until a woman entered the room. The woman stood at attention, waiting in the doorway. Mattimeo motioned the woman over. “Constance, please come here. Tell me again what your men found in the chambers.” Constance continued to stand at attention and recited her facts, “The men have searched the entire city and have found no clue as to why this chamber of the dwarven temple remains sealed. We have found no way in from around the chamber, above it or below it.” “Please, Constance,” began Mattimeo, “at ease. I know you and the rest of the men are doing your best. I’m just anxious that Edea is going to beat us in first, and you know what disaster will befall us if that happens.” “Yes, evil will again rule this part of Mitgardia” answered Constance. “We will continuing searching. But, that’s not why I’m here. Wyndor is on his way and will be here within the hour.” “Finally,” Mattimeo sighed. “Thank you Constance, that will be all.” Constance left the room and closed the door behind her. With another sigh Mattimeo removed his glove and massaged his oddly colored hand. “After all this time, will you still remember Wyndor?” Mattimeo asked silently. OoC: Preview! I plan to have the next installment of the Wyndor Saga built by next weekend but I wanted to give you all a bit more of the story and to whet your appetite for what's still coming!
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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 The farmer led Pjeter and Wyndor into the barn where the Blue Wolf member was being kept. As they approached the men could see the renegade sitting in a corner with his hands tied up. As they neared he stood up and started toward Wyndor. The farmer held up a pitchfork and threatened, “Now, that’s far enough scum!” The Blue Wolf ignored the farmer, but stopped walking. “Wyndor, I’m glad you’ve come. My leader has told me it is time for you and he to meet.” “Well,” answered Wyndor, “It would appear he has the advantage since he knows me but I’ve never met him.” “That’s not entirely true,” replied the renegade. “Now please, it is most urgent that we leave at once. Too much time has already been wasted.” Wyndor raised an eyebrow at Pjeter. “What do you think?” “We could just lock him up,” answered Pjeter, “We have no reason to trust what he says. But I know you can handle yourself in a scrape, I’ll leave the decision up to you.” Wyndor turned back to the captive. “Let me guess, if I come with you I have to come alone and unarmed?” “No,” he answered. “Bring whomever you want. But there is no need for a show of force nor will it help you. We will need horses though. Where I am taking you is not close by.” Wyndor thought for a moment. “Alright, I’ll come with you.” Turning to Pjeter he asked, “Can you head back to town and ask 2 men to meet me here with horses as soon as possible?” “Only two?” questioned Pjeter. “I’m trusting my gut on this one” answered Wyndor. “Oh, and one more thing, can you let Valanice know what’s going on?” OoC: I'm really happy with how the roof of the barn turned out. I hope you like it too. As this is my Storehouse entry I just want to clarify that I'm counting the hay being stored in the top level as enough to claim this as a Storehouse. I didn't feel like building a giant grain silo or other traditional storehouse so I came up with this idea. I hope that's acceptable.
