Birthright 2: Promises to Keep

[alhoon]

Garden
"This garden looks like the place I come from, Caer Haes, I doubt you have heard of it though, you seem to have spent a lot of time in here. Are you alone in this place or your Masters are here as well? And what its name means?"

"I never heard of Caer Haes. It's a garden, I never thought to ask what the name means. My masters are ... around. They don't tell me of their plans or their whereabouts. " Ugo said still looking at Filbert suspiciously.
"Leave. Thee have no place here. Go back to Grace Deke and Caer Haes. Thee don't belong here knave."

[VAN]

Garden

Filbert sighs.

"Ok we will be out of here as soon as possible. Farewell then."

The halfling returns to his companions and sees the slightly familiar toad like creature.

"I have news Your Grace, I...what is that?"

[Adam]

PECHALLIN

Cormac frowns and looks around. "Seems fine ta' me. Looks like whatever happened here, it was a long time ago."

[Varrus the Ethical]

PECHALLIN

Cormac frowns and looks around. "Seems fine ta' me. Looks like whatever happened here, it was a long time ago."

"Five hundred years, if my memory serves right," Roald says, recalling the histories his mother made him read as a child. "Ganelon and Cedric Pechallin fought here after their father was killed by elves. Their armies fought themeves to exhaustion and the elder brother, Ganelon, got a peasant's arrow through the eye."

Roald points to the hills.

"Then elves stormed over those hills and fell on the exhausted men while Cedric wept over the body of his brother. Legend has it he killed himself right there rather than let the elves take him. Rather sad, really."

[Adam]

"Aye," the Rjurik man says, "Very grim, but unlikely to be of any current danger, I would think."

He gestures. "Should we be goin', then?"

[Brock Marsh Runoff]

PECHALLIN

"There's a lesson in that battle, more than a few. Know I wouldn't let the knifeys take me. I'm with Cormac, let's get moving, maybe we can pick up their trail through here."

[RocEter]

Pechallin

"Many battles have taken place here over the ages. Some great, some not so great but still battles nonetheless..." Is Foerde's only comment about the conversation at hand. He watches the sky and looks around the ancient battlefield now turned to burial grounds for the fallen.

"We should leave this place in haste." He says. "The Eve of the Dead will soon be upon us; It is possible that in this place, the restless spirits of the fallen warriors can pass from the Shadow World into ours."

[ewancummins]

THE SEARCHERS, WESTERN BORDERLANDS OF TUORNEN, EVENING



Leaving the withered field and the barrow-mounds behind them, the travelers continue south, riding over heathlands and through patches of scrub forest.

The pines and furze of the scrub region thin out as the party moves south.
In late evening, Foerde, riding point, spots the hills of Elevesnemiere rising in the southeast, blue and hazy with mists.

Something whines in the brush up ahead, along the game trail that serves the travelers as a road south.
The noise rises again, thin and weak. It sounds a little like a dog—or perhaps a wolf.

[kintire]

Safana looks thoughtfully around the silent garden, wiping the dark water from her skin. She seems a little tense, but not unduly surprised. As the cleric emerges she glances at him with slight amusement.

"Yes, we are in the land of the fae, the shadow realm as some call it. Although frankly I suspect the bottom of Croaker Norge was more than half..."

She breaks off and watches in astonishment as the giant baby emerges, stepping quickly behind the Duke as he confronts it.

"Well, that's not something you see every day... how has it come through behind us? Does this well lead to more than one place?"

[Adam]

PECHALLIN

Cormac sidles his horse towards the noise, looking down curiously at the source.

[Brock Marsh Runoff]

PECHALLIN

Renn follows Cormac to investigate the sound, keeping an arrow nocked in his bow just in case. "An animal caught in the trap?"

[ewancummins]

PECHALLIN

Something flashes through the air and Cormac horses rears up, snorting.

Blood trickles down the animal's neck.

More flashes of dull glinting missiles and all the horses begin stamping, neighing, bucking.

Barking and screeching rises from the dead brush all around, and small shapes like children in rusty scale armor appear and disappear in the cover.

[ewancummins]

PECHALLIN

Something flashes through the air and Cormac horses rears up, snorting.

Blood trickles down the animal's neck.

More flashes of dull glinting missiles and all the horses begin stamping, neighing, bucking.

Barking and screeching rises from the dead brush all around, and small shapes like children in rusty scale armor appear and disappear in the cover.

Cormac and Roald ride ahead, jumping their mounts over deadwood and ditches, pursuing the small ambushers off the trail.

[ewancummins]

THE GARDEN OF DARKLING DELIGHTS

Safana looks thoughtfully around the silent garden, wiping the dark water from her skin. She seems a little tense, but not unduly surprised. As the cleric emerges she glances at him with slight amusement.

"Yes, we are in the land of the fae, the shadow realm as some call it. Although frankly I suspect the bottom of Croaker Norge was more than half..."

She breaks off and watches in astonishment as the giant baby emerges, stepping quickly behind the Duke as he confronts it.

"Well, that's not something you see every day... how has it come through behind us? Does this well lead to more than one place?"

The huge, green toddler stumbles away from the pool-house, flattening a flowering shrub with its big feet.
The creature casts about, slack-jawed.

Safana sees

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something familiar in its features. It looks a lot like Gunnar!

............................

Filbert hears the commotion. So does the strange Halfling with him.

[Varrus the Ethical]

PENCHALLIN

Cormac and Roald ride ahead, jumping their mounts over deadwood and ditches, pursuing the small ambushers off the trail.

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Roald draws his sword, ready to cut down the first creature he reaches.