Birthright Tuornen Chapter 3

[steveflam]

Dominica follows.

[Varrus the Ethical]

Roald proceeds to the room that he shares with Reese. Inside, he picks out the chest with Dominca's armor and weapons. Placing the chest in front of her, he does not unlock it. Instead, he places both of his hands on top of the chest and leans toward Dominica, giving her a hard look.

"Before I allow you to have your weapons back, I require your oath of honor that you will not use your blades against either myself or Reese. If you can't make that oath, your if you lie to me, I'll throw this chest into the river. Understood?"

[steveflam]

Dominica folds her arms over her chest. She nods, grim. "I shall not use my weapons against you or Reese, I vow. I wish merely to get back home. I will do all that is in my power to accomplish this. Let us start anew, Roald. From this day forth, I will do all that is in my power to help you attain your goal of getting me safely to Coeryanys."

She smiles and offers her hand for a handshake, like men do between themselves.

"Have we an understanding?"

[Lord Skybolt]

Gunnar riders toward Cormac and Dietric at a quick trot to join them in the escape from the gully as he uses his knees to direct Rumble while his hands our free since he has put away his sword to allow him to use his daggers if needed .

[Varrus the Ethical]

Roald stares at Dominia for a moment before nodding and pulling out the key to the chest and unlocking it.

[ewancummins]

HUNTED BY THE GOBLINS-

Cormac fires a few arrows to discourage the goblins, and then turns his horse's head and follows the others...

...As the weary horses rest atop a high hill, Cormac and his companions look north and see the sunlit brown hills crawling with goblins and wolves. An accurate count proves impossible, because the folds of the land tend to conceal the foe, but Gunnar estimates well over a hundred goblins and dozens of great wolves--perhaps many more.

[Adam]

Cormac pants and pats his horse on the neck.

"Tha' about enough Gobs to warrant fallin' back?" Cormac wryly asks Gunnar.

He sidles his horse over beside Dietric's, slapping him on the shoulder. "Good job, lad," Dietric says under his breath. "Yeh prob'ly saved my life back there."

[Lord Skybolt]

"That is enough goblins to rouse the province to war against this invasion of goblins from the north ."Gunnar says grimly to Cormac as he spurs Rumble in the direction of nearest garrisoned troops .

[steveflam]

Roald stares at Dominia for a moment before nodding and pulling out the key to the chest and unlocking it.

The woman approaches her chest and smiles. "Hello, old friends. Good to see you. Now if you don't mind, Roald, I will take this to my room and change there. After that supper is on me." She reaches for her chest, closing it, and begins to carry it.

[Adam]

"That is enough goblins to rouse the province to war against this invasion of goblins from the north ."Gunnar says grimly to Cormac as he spurs Rumble in the direction of nearest garrisoned troops .

"Music to my ears, laddie," he looks Gunnar up and down as he falls into a trot beside him. "Are yeh hurt? I can heal yeh."

[ewancummins]

Cormac pants and pats his horse on the neck.

"Tha' about enough Gobs to warrant fallin' back?" Cormac wryly asks Gunnar.

He sidles his horse over beside Dietric's, slapping him on the shoulder. "Good job, lad," Dietric says under his breath. "Yeh prob'ly saved my life back there."

Dietric shrugs.
''I owed you.''

[RocEter]

"It's won't be a war, it will be a skirmish." The Huntsman says. "It will take to long to get the Count Ghonallison. Luckily I know a place much closer with enough men to handle this warband." He says turning his horse away from others.

"You can either come with or take chances making it back to the Count, the choice is yours."

The Huntsman heads off towards the Temple of Cuirceancen.

[ewancummins]

Dietric shakes his head at the Huntsman's words

After the Huntsman rides down the hill to the northeast, Dietric spits out a bitter laugh and turns to face Gunnar and Cormac. "He's got a death-wish. Skirmish? Is he crazy? That's a feckin' army down there, I'll bet. We should fly south, warning folk along the way."

[Brock Marsh Runoff]

CAER HAES

"There is more, Your Grace. This morning I received intelligence regarding The Toymaker. I'll be following up on this tonight--personally."

[ewancummins]

CAER HAES

"There is more, Your Grace. This morning I received intelligence regarding The Toymaker. I'll be following up on this tonight--personally."

Braedonnal cocks an eyebrow, but says nothing.

Devlin...