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[Talon Lord Othrim]

 

The wind had driven the blizzard straight at him for better part of two days and it did not seem to be letting up. Wulfric had predicted this. Winters Teeth Pass it had been called and it was living up to it's name. On more than one occasion he was reminded of his home land. Pulling his furs tighter he decided that it was time to rest. According to his map there should be a travelers shelter a couple of miles ahead. Once there he would light a fire and wait out this storm before continuing on his journey to Mortensholm.

The shelter was a simple woodsmans shack built into the side of the mountain pass to be able to withstand the harsh weather. As he approached he could make out the faint scent of burning wood in the air and a faint glow from it's windows. Some one was already there. In some parts that was a small mercey. He did not have to start the fire himself, the cabin would already be warm. However, his travels had not always gone to smoothly and not knowing who was already in there.... well he would soon find out.

With a cold hand Wulfric wiped the snow from the window to peer inside. He could see the warm glow of the fire and an oil lamp burning on a small table. A cooking pot simmered. It all looked so inviting.

"Hay! you there! come in out of this weather." Wulfric turned to see a gentalman in his later years peering out of the doorway opened enough for him to see through and shout to him. As he made his way over to the door the newcommer opened it wider so he could get in. The wind and snow seemed invited also and as Wolfric entered it too rushed inside and whipped around the room. Shutting the door behind him the elderly gent slid the wooden bar back across the door baring the weather from it's entry.

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This is where your story begins. The rest is up to you.

[ogreninja]

Wulfric removes his furs grateful to feel the heat from the fire the smell from the cooking pot setting his stomach grumbling struggling to remember the last time he ate hot food he turns to the old man " is the stew ready?" he asks eyeing the pot "how long have you been here sir i thought this was just a travelers shelter?"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"Aye it is and," he laughs, "aye it is. I was traveling the pass when I saw the storm coming and well i'm in no rush to get where I'm going so took shelter." He moves over the a cupboard and taking out another wooden bowl pours him a bowl. "Names Athris, Scribe and scholar. yourself?"

[ogreninja]

"Wulfric wanderer and sell sword" he says helping himself to a bowl and some of the stew. " mm this is good so where are you heading? And what are you a scholar of if you don't mind me asking?" Wulfic returns to devouring the stew whilst listening to the old mans reply.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"I set off to Mortensholme 5 days ago. I am to transcribe some documents a minor noble has happened across. According the the messenger that delivered the note he was quite insistent I get there as soon as possible. Rather excitable apparently. That was until this storm set in. Ah well he will just have to sit on his posh comfy chairs and wait." He returns to his seat by the fire and dipps a chunk of bread into the broth. "Ah yes. No rush here."

[ogreninja]

"you remind me of an old friend of mine with your he can wait attitude" Wulfric says with a smile,
"tell you what since im heading that way and the pass can be dangerous ill escort you to Mortensholme if you wish" Wulfric leans forward to get more stew

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"That's fine by me. I'm not a warrior so your blade will sure come handy and after shareing a fire and food with you why would I refuse sharing the road."

You rest and eat in the warmth of the cabin learning little bits of information about each other and enjoying the company of another worldly traveler. As it gets later your companion begs forgiveness if his weariness and takes to his bed.

[ogreninja]

Wulfric stands and checks outside through the window not wanting to loose any of the heat by opening the door seeing that all is calm except for the storm he add fuel to the fire and settles back against the wall covering himself with his blanket his hand resting on the haft of his hammer.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Warmth enveloped him. The food had sated him. Sleep creeped up and claimed him.

When he woke the sounds of the wind had died down. The fire nothing more then glowing embers still radiated some heat. His companion still laid in his cot.

[ogreninja]

Hes stokes the fire bringing it back to flame before taking bacon and blood sausage out of his pack and cooking it getting 2 plates Wulfric sets it out on the table " hey Athris food is ready and the wind has died down so we should be able to travel today" he says as he cuts some bread to go with his breakfast

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Athris seemed not to have heard as the smell of cooking food begins to fill the room.

[ogreninja]

Wulfic walks over to Athris "hey old man foods served" he says gently shaking him, his hand on his dagger

[Talon Lord Othrim]

He rolls over. His face ashen, lips tinged blue. Life had left him. The look on his face was calm and serine, at peace as tho he still slept.

[ogreninja]

Wulfric carries Athris outside and covers his body with rocks to save him from the carrion creatures that would eat his corpse, he mutters a prayer to Sigmar as only warriors get Ulfrics prayer. Walking back into the hut Wulfric looks through the old mans backpack looking for gold and the letter directing the old man to his next job, "might as well inform them that they need a new scholar as Sigmar has better uses for this one" he chuckles to himself.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

As he searches through the pack he comes across a package. Inside is the letter.

Dear Uncle Athris.
I have found it! the scroll of Ame'hochen. I recovered it from the dig site. I, however, am unable to decipher the text but I remembered the stories you used to tell me. Please do you still happen to have that tablet you found in Helgard? I hope you do as it could be the key to it all. Please let me know if you have to and please could you bring it here as I am sure that you will want to see the ruin opened as much as I.
Ever your doting nephew

Mole.

Amongst the wrappings is a worn stone tablet with intricate carvings and designs.

As well as rations and various other personal items he finds 50 gold.

[ogreninja]

"hmmm" Wulfric says as he transfers the gold and food to his pack. Shouldering his pack and gathering his weapons and shield to him Wulfric makes sure the fire is out and that there is a fresh stock of fire wood then closing the door he walks along the path and down out of the mountains towards Mortensholme.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The decent down the pass is slow going at first. The storm had deposited a lot of snow but he kept going. By mid-day he could see the whole forested valley below and in the distance, Mortensholme. He guessed that by early evening he should arrive.

Whilst pausing for rest and food Wulfric could see a cart drawn by two horses coming the opposite direction. As it came closer he could see two people sat atop the carriage. Merchants by the look of them.

[ogreninja]

Wulfric steps to the edge of the road "ho there travellers what news on the road and where are you bound?" he shouts

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The driver does not stop but slows. "Ho traveler. We are to see if any travelers need help by the shelter. You come by there? There was an awful storm."

[ogreninja]

"yes i came by there rested in the shelter during the storm there was an old man named Athris there but he died during the night due to age or the weather i buried him by the shelter he was on his way to a noble in Mortensholme for some reason he was a scholar im going to tell them he wont be make that appointment sadly" he says