Kazmukh strikes out with his shield and hammer, smashing the enemy, then raises his shield back into a a defensive position.
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Elinil is concerned, this seems odd : "Those are expensive grave markers for the stolen lands - not many folk would put good swords in the ground like that. Could it be an Iomedaen custom? I ran away from their orphanage early, but they did have a thing about longswords. Also, should we dig up and make sure of the other four? But that will have us hear all night. Perhaps push to Dawnsglen and come back on the morrow?
"Dig up grave, no good idea." Revna said with a shake of her head as she took a look at the graves. "Off." She agreed. "Pray and leave, give dead rest."
"I wonder what caused them to rise from their rest? This area seems peaceful enough."
"I am sorry, Kazmukh, Anri, how are your wounds? We can take a few minutes to treat them, pray over the graves, and then I say let us hie to Dawnsglen and come back on the morrow to investigate"
Revna set down her pack and Filtiarn, as she got the healer's kit out of her pack. "Have for need." Revna said as she got the items out that are most commonly used.
Anri ties the longswords onto Hestur, party permitting. She nods to Elinil, to indicate that she is unwounded and feeling fine.
After taking a few minutes to treat the wounded, the party sets off again for Dawnsglen (with 7 appropriated long swords on Hestur). They hope to make it without further incident and rest for the night...
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Within an hour or two, the hearthlight of the lodge becomes visible through the wood, and you make your way with haste towards its warm embrace. The lodge is a solid-looking, single-story building with a waist-high stone fence surrounding its yard. From inside, you hear laughter and the smell of roasting rabbit fills your nostrils.
Revna took in a deep breath and smiled. "Kanína ." She said before she held up Filtiarn and grinned. "Let go, get you fed."
Then she made her way thought the gate and to the front door, knocking solidly three times.
"Ah, I can't wait to get these boots off. Let's get the news--and a good supper."
Anri ties Hestur to a nearby tree or hearth-rigging, making sure to keep the rolled swords as out of view as possible.
"I forget who we are meeting here? She allows herself to think out loud.
As the party approaches the gate to Dawnsglen lodge, Elinil shouts out :"HELLO THE HOUSE. MARSHALL MOSSWAXER'S DEPUTIES SEEKING SHELTER AT DAWNSGLEN" in a normal voice, he continues to his companions "No need to surprise folks with banging at the door in the middle of the night; this land isn't a settled enough for that to be appreciated."
In reply to Anri's musing, "I do not believe we had any meetings planned, rather we are to use the lodge as a base of operations while we hunt Ismort and his band."
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A man with a well trimmed beard and dark hair dressed in smartly appointed studded leathers and an apron made of hide opens the lodge door, his muscular frame backlit by the fire within.
Near the fire, two smaller, shaggier men in furs and hides roast a rabbit by the fire. They turn to see who approaches, but do not leave their meal, the skinnier man turning it on a spit.
The dark-haired man sweeps the door aside and gestures for you to enter. "Come in, deputies. Dawnsglen is glad to serve His and Her Majesties and their agents."
Revna stepped in and set Filtiarn down so that he could explore the area.
"Paper for you." Revna said. "Think, Anri has." Revna added before she moved to the others inside. "Revna Stigen, he" Revna motioned to Filtiarn, "Filtiarn. Met well!" She smiled.
"A pleasure, and thank you for your warm welcome. Tell me: What news? We ran in to some ghouls not far from here. Have things been dangerous in the area?"
"Thank you sir, I am Elinil Iomedaeson, this is Kazmukh Torson, Anri Darkspur, Revna Stigen, and her pup Filtiarn. Are you Lodgemaster Dungrir Kelper?"
Anri produces the letters, and hands to the man the one addressed "Dungrir Kelper", having re-sealed it forgerously after a "light read" back at the other village. She smiles painedly non-chalantly...
Dunny,
I present the Deputy Marshals Anri Darkspur, Brennadara, Elinil Iomedaeson, Kazmukh Torson, and Revna Stigen. By order of the Kindom of Yggsdreth and by the power invested in me as Marshal of Said Kingdom, the five named individuals are authorized to utilize the Dawnsglen Lodge as they deem fit in the pursuit of justice against the criminal Akiros Ismort and any who swear loyalty to him, as well as any others actively engaging in banditry, poaching, or any other criminal activities in the area. Compensation for this consideration in the sum of fifty silver coins, presented with this letter, are to be considered down payment, with further compensation based on length of stay and amenities provided to be determined at a later date.
Gingertucker Mosswaxer
Marshal of Yggsreth
The Marshal’s Official seal is stamped in the paint she gave you for stones below her signature.
"Problem." Revna said with a nod. "Mosswaxer, poof." She tried to explain.
"No, no." Revna tried to explain. "Mosswaxer, gone." She said again. "Talar þú Skald?" She asked.
A strange response!
"Any ideas what the Marshal intended for us to accomplish here?"
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"Auðvitað tala ég tungu konungs. Tala berum orðum og láta í þér heyra." comes Dungrir's response to Revna.
To Kazmukh he says in common "I'm sure she gave you more specific instructions, but the letter says you're to root out Ismort and his band of fiends and any else who would disrupt the King's rule."
Of course I speak the King's tongue. Speak plainly, and be heard.
"Ó að lokum! Ég hef aðeins fundið einn annan sem gerir það. Ég hef aðeins fundið eina hingað til og þetta, sameiginleg tunga virðist bara vera af, veistu? Engu að síður misstum við Mosswaxer! Á leið okkar hingað rákumst við á hóp feyja sem eiga brúðkaup. Þeir buðu okkur að vera með og við gerðum það. Morguninn eftir tökum við eftir því, jæja Mosswaxer var horfinn. Við leituðum um stund en fundum engin merki um hana." Revna explained, rather glad she found another who could speak her tongue.
"Þó samstarfsmenn mínir séu ósammála tel ég að þetta hafi verið dularfull panna, sem við gátum því miður ekki drepið vegna töfra." Anri adds, looking crossly at Elinil.
Although my colleagues disagree, I believe that this was a mysterious pan, which we unfortunately could not kill due to magic.
"Þó samstarfsmenn mínir séu ósammála tel ég að þetta hafi verið dularfull panna, sem við gátum því miður ekki drepið vegna töfra." Anri adds, looking crossly at Elinil.
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"Well, I do better "rooting out" on a full stomach and a night's rest. Time to dry out our socks, and perhaps you can tell us what you know of Ismort in the morning."