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Torkeld’s Stand

We are pushing the night back in to the woods, I am pushing the night. There are Warriors behind me, and Spawn in front of me. A simple purpose from the Disir. Push.

We break into a clearing, Our line spreads and breaks. The spawn push in from all angles.

I swing and clash with all my might. They keep coming, endless hordes of them.

My defense breaks, I get a nick, bleeding. Another. And Another. I let out one more battlecry as I lunge at them.

It is done.

I have done what any man should.

I have done what I could.

And now, I rest.

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A letter Home

Father,

I am settled now in Runeheim near the bank of the treacherous Keltana. I write now to plea for help for the smallfolk here settled. House Fafnir have arrived and seek domination of the people and take more than the land can give, Please bring notice to the Jarl of Shadowhall that a Thing were called here for Jarldom of the Bear Hide, challenging the sitting Jarl Overturner. The people here are good, but beset by darkness on all sides, and I fear there is trouble brewing north of the river that if not turned back will mean misery for too many. Please help us and send any aid you can to Runeheim. I look forward to hearing your response.

Your diligent Son,
Torkeld