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Coyote420Last Friday at 9:12 PM
-The hound Yelped and shuddered, and like all the others, vanished with a poof of smoke. The little gnome gasped heavily, lifting a finger and pointing towards the distant shimmer through the trees. "That's..." It was clear these were his final words, the life leaving him in amazing rivulets as he fought for consciousness, his words were asking whispers. "The..." His eyes rolled and his head listed as ye blinked slowly, moving his tongue as if he was thirty. "B.." he stammered, "barrier...." The tiny gnome relaxed, eyes losing focus as its mouth hung open, pallid skin deprived of blood looking papers. Blood was everywhere... In the distance, the sounds of more hounds, far back the way he had come. The elf would know his trail had been found. Should he approach the shining light through the trees, or should he risk another encounter with the minions of darkness?
Onvyr Roric/Onyx DeadlockLast Friday at 9:20 PM
Onvyr already ran over and grabs onto the Gnome and already is running with his shirt being used to hold the bleeding. He hears the last words of him as he decides not a good idea to stick around to find out. He runs directly straight to the shining light that he can see through the tree, and of course he gets a sense as he turned to look, seeing his two eagles have found him and moves to fly forward ahead of him which only makes him push himself harder to sprint faster, throwing the gnome over his shoulder as he keeps running till he can see the light, he burst through the light of the woods as he can see the temples now, he continue to run through as he needed to make sure this gnome lives or at least be buried properly when if he has died completely.
Griggs and Party Journey to the North
Coyote42004/28/2019
"I won't do it simply because I love life." Griggs was scolding his axe, and the axe's argument came in some flashing glows from the handle. Griggs wrenched the axe of his back, sinking into a tree. "There, you gotta hit something. Look, it's a tree, tell me all the bad things the tree has done wrong according to your precious laws." He was scolding the axe, hitting the tree repeatedly as the axe's handle glowed. "Oh threats now is it?" Griggs slammed the axe into the tree again and the tree shifted. "Your glorious vendetta, punishing this tree for refusing to keep green leaves, which is the law of trees, axe. See you just enforce law, you don't ask why the law was broken." He hit the tree again with the axe and the tree teetered, tipped, and fell into the undergrowth with a roar. "Now look what you've done." Griggs laughed and the handles glow finally stopped. "Now keep your mouth shut or I'll keep finding law breakers... Those rocks over there probably haven't rolled properly." He threatened the axe. Still there was no response, and Griggs grunted in approval, put the axe one his back, and built a fire under a cleft in a creek bed. Once it was burning brightly he pulled out some of his tack, sat with his back to the rocks, and opened a canteen of mead to enjoy some rest and a meal. His mind drifted towards the peculiar problem of justice and the law, and where honor rested in all of that. Genuine headache material, the lot of it. Resigned to this form of medatative, trancelike fire watching, Griggs allowed himself to zone out a little after whistling. The whistle summoned a raven, and Griggs gave it a wee bit of tack before sending it out in a winged scouting mission, before resuming his thoughts.-
{Grace} - Zephyr||Eira04/29/2019
"Ey!" She yelled, jumping out of the way of the tumbling tree, at the hand of the angry nord. "DA FECK YOU ON ABOUT?" Eira scolded, over the roar of the tree but she was sure it was drowned out by the sound, flinching and ducking when it finally hit the ground with the rumble of its weight against the planet. She didn't know what the heck his problem was, but in her experience fighting with an axe never ended without blood. She didn't exactly want to die in a forest, squashed by a tree either. She shouldered her way through the underbrush around it, but by the time she had even gone around the large berth, and picked a new path, the viking had disappeared again. Exasperated, she followed him, falling back into brooding silence. The entire time, her thoughts wandered to a face long since gone from the pages of her history, but whose presence was still sought. The face was so similar to that of this man, it was almost insulting to be entirely honest. What if it wasn't him? She found him once more down by a creek bed, only exposed by the glow of his fire, with the flapping of a crow that was taking off, and moved till she was standing over the Clift that he had sequestered himself into "You'd off and leave a north born kin like that?" She spoke into the darkness, standing at the top of the cleft he sat under. She waited a moment for movement before hopping down into the area of the firelight,,with the clank of her armor and weapons.
Jeff/Iggy/Bellarose/Ulysees/Aku04/29/2019
Ingavor then ran toward them, noticing the flickering light in the distance. "Hey!" He yelled out after the two figures just as Griggs sat down. "Griggs." Ingy said slowly as he used Shadow step (1 of 3) to vanish, then appear next to Griggs, in the shadows of the near by trees. Ingavor bowed his head while he looked to Eira, whom seemed to be scolding Griggs. "I'm sorry to be rude and interupt the two of you and your-..." He then looked toward Griggs. "Conversation-...but-...I can help." he then grabbed the sides of Griggs's head without warning, causing both of their eyes to turn milk white for a few moments.
"YOU REMEMBER EVERYTHING!" He shouted, as the winds around them picked up, causing the waves in the creek bed to form. He then felt a surge of energy course through his body once he had full contact with the viking, as if his strength was embuing the mystic with more strength than he had ever hoped to have. His mana grew, as did his vitality, yet at the same time, Griggs was going through a boost of his own. He saw all the memories that he had lost flash through his head at breakneck speed, yet he was able to take in every detail, as if he was there. He was there. Ingavor's nose began to bleed slightly as he gave a shout, causing all the pine needles on the trees to drop to the ground all at once, as pure, raw power coursed through the two of them. They were giving each other new found strengths that they never thought possible. Griggs then would see his wife, in all her glory. The wedding. The battles. The shipwreck. Everything came flooding back. The leviathian came bursting from the ocean and capsized the ship with ease, injuring the poor man. Ingavor, then without warning, pulled away from Griggs, causing their eyes to turn normal. The steward breathed hard, wiping the blood from his nose. (Fate Weaver used. Ingavor is Level 20. Griggs is now level 20 due to donation. He now loses Amnesia). He looked toward Eira and smirked as he let out a large breath. "That's...(Breath).....your....(Breath)...wife." He then fell over with a thud into the dirt.
Coyote42004/29/2019
-Griggs remained motionless, his eyes starting straight ahead. During the fateweaver cast on him his visage had gone from the foolish, forgetful Griggs, to something colder, harder, harsher. It was with just such a brooding glarethat he stared straight forward, looking at neither Eira or Ingavor. A second of thought, shattered by the sound of Ingavor falling to the ground. His eyes flashed and his hand reached up, pulling free the sword of burning, which was tossed to Eira. (Griggs loses Sword of Burning, Mastercraft Critical 19–20/×2 Damage is 2d6+5 burning) Eira gains it) They could make up later, there was work to be done. "Comere woman, let's get his armor off and set him up to the fire." Lifting Ingavor Griggs simply unfastened the man's armor, then propped him up against a rock and pulled off the bearskin he wore as a bedroll and rolled the man into it. Making sure Ingavor was comfortable, Grigge took off his own armor, and laid it beside the man "I doubt you healed me just to see me perish." He spoke to Ingavor. Donning the Heavy Ebony Armor himself he glanced at Eira, flashing a smile that spoke of raiding, pillaging, and a joy in the life. (Griggs gains Inavor's +10 AC Heavy Ebony Armor-cheshires-) They didn't leave Ingavor alone though. While the man rested Griggs walked up to Eira and walked around her, looking her over carefully before he laughed lightly. "Y' knae me woman." He continued laughing, standing in front of her. "Yer far too gentle. M' Eira'd be cuffin' by now." Of course he knew it was her, but it had been a long time. Her scolding him from the top of the bank was ignored, and he leaned close, sniffing at her belligerantly. "Who are ye then?"
{Grace} - Zephyr||Eira04/29/2019
The brush rustled and the heavy clodding of a man running alerted Eira to something amiss, and she stepped back with her axe in hand. The scolding stopped abruptly, and Eira waited leerily. A man burst out of the thicket, one she didn't know but who apparently knew the north born male. He said his name, and Eira's mind reeled. 'Griggs. Farion Griggs. It is him.' She murmured caught off guard and in a mental tailspin. She hadn't actually thought about what her reaction would be if she ever did find the man who had wed her, bed her, and then left her so many years ago. In the meantime the man who had chased them down had his hands on Griggs and some weird thing happened with their eyes. Eira wasn't sure. She was just in shock, and when the man at last released Griggs and stated that Eira was Grigg' s wife before falling over, Eira narrowed her gaze on him, and then glanced up to see a much more... normal... looking Griggs. The expression she remembered much more, of the brazen berserker that riddled her memories. The Recognition painted her visage, even as he tossed her a sword. Which fell by her feet, but she bent to pick it up, inspecting it before she sheet he'd it on her belt. She didn't say a word while Griggs traded armor and wrapped the man in his bearskin, but anger rolled off of her like a storm and her glacial blue eyes were dripping in scorn. To add insult to injury, Griggs taunted her once he was done, and Eira watched him, jaw set and teeth gritting against themselves. Her hands clenched into fists, and she growled before at last lashing out at him.
"Ye fobbing pillock!" She reached and grabbed onto Griggs beard and yanked him closer, boring those torrential depths into his in dangerously close proximity. "Ye leave fer thirteen years and 'Ave tae gall tae say I ain't ya woman!?" Her hand flew back and she brought it around, smacking his face hard. "Ye off an' leave an' dun come back, an t'ink ye kin talk at me like Dat? Aft'a I been all o'er da feckin world lookin' fer ye." She growled, shoving him backwards with all of the weight in her person. "Yer nuthin but a bellowin' grubby pignut" She spat at the ground at his feet and stepped over the passed out Ingavor to haul a clenched fist at him. "Would'na be surprised if'n yer seed won't spread ov'r tae whole o' Valeria while yer WIFE bellyaches fer ya return!"
Coyote42004/29/2019
Griggs grinned into the estrogen tyrade. His blues narrowed in a silent challenge, then flew wide when she grabbed his beard. 'Wop!' her slap reeled his head back and he backed up when shoved, but she was in pursuit. Her fist connected and his back hit the rocks, and slowly his shoulders started shaking in laughter. "I've missed yer gentle touch, woman." He was smiling broadly and when she pushed forward he wrapped her in a crushing embrace. "There was an accident." That was all the answer he gave her. And when he released her he rested his forhead against hers. "Leviathon.... War.... Strange gods." He didn't say much else, but jutted his head towards Ingavor. "The wee southman helped me remember, somehow." He looked around at all the fallen trees before returning his gaze to her eyes. "How long has it been, anyways?" The memories hadn't come with a time line, but the way Eira was talking it had been quite a while. He didn't respond to the accusations of his seed spreading. Even with inabors help he couldn't rememeber any of that. "Let me look at you.x grabbing her shoulders he held her at arm's length and searched her face, intently studying her features before he palmed her face, grinning, and shoved her back, only to move forward with her momentum and grab her chest plate with two fingers to stop her from staggering back too far. "I expect your search is over then, my Eira." Flashing her a wide smile he itched his chin where she had pulled her beard, then gestured towards Ingavor. "We're going back home." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth where she had punched him, using the back of his hand. "But I cannot leave the little bastard like that."
Jeff/Iggy/Bellarose/Ulysees/Aku04/29/2019
Ingavor was floating endlessly in the black void, just travelling through the nothingness. He stared into the abyss of blackness, and it stared back, with it's cold, unmoving gaze. Why was he constently trying to help those whom he didn't know deserved it. Everytime he exerted himself, he was here, floating. Everytime. He thought of Griggs and his adventure. How could someone just lose 13 years of his life like that, and be totally fine with it, as if he didn't lose a thing? Yet, somthing, while he was in mid thought, started to form from the darkness. It was a shadow, in the shape of a man. "You are nothing." It spoke, with 100 different voices and tones behind it. "You try so hard to help people, and yet you can't even help yourself. Even now, as you lay in the dirt, the ones you try so hard to protect are leaving you behind. The ones you exhaust yourself for steal from you. The ones you love will get you killed." Ingavor stared the being down, and was about to say something until he was pulled from the void, where he shot awake back into reality. Rising from the bear skin, he felt confined. Ingavor grunted to himself, trying to break free. His aura rose high, which caused blue like mist to surround his body.
Winds ensued as Ingavor's aura started to unwrap the bear skin from around his body, while Ingavor floated onto his feet, using his telekensis. Once his feet touched the ground, he looked over just in time to see Eira get pulled into an embrace by Griggs. He crossed his arms, and smiled, before looking down and noticing that his armor was now not on his body, but instead, bits and pieces of it were on Griggs. Instantly, Ingavor's anger rose. "Give. It. Back." He said in righteous anger, as the blue mist danced and flickered around his form, like he was in the middle of a giant fire pit. Griggs would see this 5'11 tall man burst with power as he spotted the armor on his body. "I don't want to hurt anyone. But that armor is the only thing I have left of my father." He narrowed his eyes. "We can trade." He said, not liking violence. After stomping that man's head in, he wanted to avoid as much blood as he could. Not because he didn't trust his ability to destroy the both of these vikings, but because it was wrong. They were doing what was in their nature. Steal, pillage, survive. Ingavor tried his best to understand, but Griggs, now being smarter, especially with the Axe, would see the sentemental value of the armor to Ingavor. "Just-..." He took out his mythril sword from his side. "Take this powerful sword, and give me my father's armor. It's literally-...the only thing I have of his." He furrowed his brow as balls of fire exploded in his hands with the sword in his right hand. "Or-...we can do this the hard way Griggs. I am just trying to help you, and I'd appreciate getting to walk away with damn near everything I came over here with."(edited)
{Grace} - Zephyr||Eira04/29/2019
The laughter peeled from him, and it diffused her tirade almost entirely when she realized that he was messing with her. "Ye deserve more o' Dat so call' gentleness!" She protested stomping angrily, not at all feeling bad for letting him have it and when he wrapped her in his crushing embrace she resisted at first, but then fell into it with all the decade of longing one of her nature could have. Her forehead met his briefly, and she searched his eyes as though looking for the anchor of time. "An ye jus took his armor." She laughed, and gave a shrug, hand falling to the hilt of the sword he had handed her upon remembrance. "It been thirteen year, Farion." She muttered. "I dinae know if ye were dead, er if ye jus gave up on yer wife." She had been abandoned, she thought. His hand touched her face and she turned into the caress only to be face-palmed backwards. Her head went first and then her feet, stumbling back 'Oof' she muttered, pausing mid stumble at the tug on her armor by Griggs. Home was something she would have to re-learn. She had been gone for so long from it herself, that she didn't know how to stay in one place for longer than it was useful for her to do so. And yet she longed for the simplicity of something like that. Maybe with Griggs is would be different.
Only time would tell. She glanced back at Ingavor, the puny southman, and back to Griggs with a shrug. "He yer friend, or foe?" She asked, already knowing the answer. But before he could answer, a blue mist rose from around him and she startled backwards. "Da feck is Dat??" She asked, eyes painted in surprise. He had somehow levitated from the coverings, and now stood arms crossed, and he was angry. Eira choked on a condescending laugh. He reminded her much of her nephew Siggurd, with his arms crossed over like that, making demands to a Viking. Siggurd had been left behind in Stovania, and Eira wasn't even sure Griggs knew who he was. She stepped to the side, eyeing the little southie warily, despite the offer of trade, and the burst of fire in his palm. Her eyes widened momentarily and then narrowed. Whatever Griggs decided to do, she'd follow suit.
Coyote42004/29/2019
"Easy guard puncher." Griggs stepped forward until he was right in front of Ingavor glaring at the little man in Ernest efforts to descipher his intentions before he looked at the sword. He loosed a small huff, then took the sword, waved it around a couple times, and gave a nod of approval. "Acceptable." He said, sheathing the weapon. He took the armor off, piece by piece, and handed the pieces over as they were removed, only to pick his own armor back up and fasten it to his form, talking as he did. "I am returning to my Homeland." The click of a buckle sounded, and he glance at Ingavor. "You will always have a friend with Fairon and Eira Griggs, but I mean what I said when I told you to leave your war behind you if ever you come to Galandor. We've no wish to tangle with any gods." Stooping he grabbed up the bearskin and spun it over his shoulder, fastening it again to the chest peice he was wearing. Finished with the trade, he rested his hand on the man's shoulder, and Ingavor would receive visions of the laws of Grigg's Homeland, of the people there. "You have in that group people clinging to each other, who endanger each other. My axe however prejudice, is not entirely wrong. You all endanger yourselves. Be careful." He then turned and headed north. Eira would follow he was sure. "Wind and steel, southman." We're Griggs last words, a Marauder's blessing, but a blessing all the same.
Jeff/Iggy/Bellarose/Ulysees/Aku04/29/2019
Ingavor instantly dropped his guard, as Griggs took the sword from him. In all honesty, Ingavor wasn't of much use with it. He was more of a scythe weilder and magic user anyhow. As the pieces were handed back to him, he started to fasten them back into place, but noticed that because of Griggs's huge nature, he snapped some of the joints ands clips of his armor plates. Ingavor, looking as the man started speaking, ignored this as he used the smallest amount of aura to keep the armor in place. (AC lowered from 40 to 30 due to Griggs's breaking certain pieces) "Oh thank the gods. I too treasure your friendship, Griggs." He bowed his head. Ingavor may have been small compared to the vikings, but he was indeed a lot more powerful than they were magic wise, and knew that the fight would have taken one of their lives. Griggs was a power house, and with his sheild maiden trying to help him fight, Ingavor would have had to resort to using ranged magic, which wouldn't have boaded well for the vikings. Either way, Ingavor would have died, and left his friends behind, or he would have killed a friend, and never would have been able to get a good night's sleep for the rest of his life. He was glad it didn't come down to that. "You both stay safe-..." He said, as his mist fell, while he eyed the viking woman. "Keep him from forgetting who he is." Griggs then spoke of Ingavor always being able to go to Galandor to seek them out. He noted that. "Thank you Griggs-.."
Then he placed a hand on Ingavor's shoulder, giving him all the laws and views. Jeff, may have broken a law reguarding Galandor kings, but it seemed the Axe, and Griggs didn't take into account that Jefferic was not acting king at all, and was written out of the line for the crown by the acting ruler of the Iron at the time. Anaya. He didn't say this however, as he knew Griggs and Eira both meant well, and only wanted to uphold truth. Griggs, by following the law, was only doing what was right by his heart. Jeff, by saving all he could, and fighting to keep them alive, was doing the same. Two men. Two different perspectives. Both good in soul. Both good in nature. Ingavor, as Griggs took his hand away, and said his final goodbye, gave a nod, fully understanding Griggs's points of view and his wants. He was going to survive in HIS homeland with HIS wife, and try to live the life he had lost. Ingavor respected that, and knew that in a way, Griggs was fighting his own war with Caliga. He thought that if he stood far from her path, she would leave him and his people alone. He was wrong. She wanted everyone to conform to her desires. Even if Griggs wanted nothing to do with the war of the gods, he was already fighting it. The entire planet was. Ingavor wanted to make him understand that, but he knew that he could never. So, he simply watched the two leave toward their home, while he turned the opposite direction, and walked back toward the camp, with only one stray sword missing from his belt.
(Ingavor has returned to Sam's back, and enters the Temple first, to do recon)(edited)
{Grace} - Zephyr||Eira04/29/2019
The men exchanged words and weapons, and Eira stomped out the small fire that Griggs had built when he first stopped in this particular creek bed. She turned ash and dirt over the embers with her boot so that the glow was quelched, and all that remained was the tendril of smoke that rose from the obvious charred burn spot in the ground and peices of blackened wood. After Ingavor left, seemingly happy with the exchange, she glanced after Griggs who stalked off through the forest once more, no warning, no words, no gestures. She grumbled. "Aft'a so many years ye still 'avn learnt!" She rolled her eyes and picked up a stick that was nearby the small creek bed fire. She lobbed it at Griggs to get his attention, if it hit him it was only aimed at his shoulder, otherwise it would fall short and hit the ground. "Gon' raise tae daughters tae never foller a man." She jutted out her chin indignantly, "D'ey leave ye, even after ye find em." She of course did make her way after him, and if he looked back at her he'd see that she was struggling to keep a straight face.
Coyote42004/29/2019
-The stick struck him and he turned, raising a brow at Eira and waiting for her to catch up. Once she did he continued walking, muttering good-naturedly. "What, you wanna stay?" He laughed and shook his head. "Dinnuh ye just scold me for staying so long? Forgive a man for tryin' to make things right as quickly as possible." The was no warning, but he shouldered her towards a brush thicket and started running. The creek bed ran north and south and was dry for whatever reason, so it made traveling through the wood much easier than walking through the brush may have been. This creek was either seasonal or simply dried out due to the disastrous condition of the land. Fairon's strides carried him over boulders and he kept across any shape gaps, but because of the heat, and his less than toned belly, he soon tired after only a mile, and slowed back down to a walk.- "yeah, I've decided I'm not in a feggin hurry." He confessed, heaving for air as he turned his beet red face towards his wife. "I can't wait to feel the breath of Mora again."
{Grace} - Zephyr||Eira04/29/2019
"No I didn't wanna stay." She muttered, "Ye forgo——" his shoulder collided with the side of her body and the momentum threw her into the bush alongside the creek bed they were walking through. She heaved, the air knocked out of her as she landed and rolled through dead and dying leaves and the moist mud. "Ye antiquited blob!" She spat, rolling to her knees and then righted herself. A string of curses could be heard as he ran from the scene, and she just walked, plucking out leaves and twigs from her golden knots, and from her clothing. She wiped her face, smearing the dirt that had attached itself to her cheek. After several minutes she caught up to him sucking air at a walk and she laughed, shaking her head. "Save yer energy for romping. Mora will be a welcome change, these lands 'Ave done nothing but take. Lost me, nephew, lost me pillagin' opportunity. Lost me pride due to a prince wit'a hero complex." She shook her head. "Should'a been in Valhalla. Guess it's good I ain't."
Coyote42004/29/2019
"Look at you, whole list of your own adventures." He grinned and then told her about meeting the giant sea serpent, the amnesia, and the insane axe he carried. He showed he the axe, and it's and let flared repeatedly. "You're guilty, axe says so. "Broke fielty, for fielty." He chuckled and put the axe back.- "I don't listen to the axe anymore though." He explained. What little sun their had been was quickly fading, and while they had made just over a mile of distance between themselves and the insane collage of rebels he had the great misfortune to meet, it was as good a place as any to stop. Taking off one of the mead-filled canteens he gave it to her, the took the other and popped the top, ingesting a generous portion himself. "Shall we travel all night? It's cooler but probably more dangerous. There's a well-lit town a ways ahead of us." He laughed, but ruefully as he recorked the canteen and looked towards Eira. "Daylight is a bit safer but much hotter."
{Grace} - Zephyr||Eira04/29/2019
Griggs showed her the axe, and she listened to his stories, cataloging the details like her own historical recounting of the years she had missed out on. When the axe flickered, Eira narrowed her eyes on it and glanced up at Griggs with a smirk. "Guess you'll have to kill me then. Law dun bothers with details." they had not been walking long, but both of them had been bombarded with more than their fair share of crazy in one day, that rest was an inevitable and necessary piece to their success if they were going to make it to Galandor. She knew enough of the southern portions by now that the dangers that lurked in the night weren't something they wanted to encounter without the strength to defeat them. Taking the offered canteen from Griggs, she guzzled a few gulps before handing it back to him. "I haven't eaten all day." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glanced down at the bandage on her leg. She hadn't felt the pain of the injury enough to hobble so she assumed it was healing fine. "Dangers I'm not worried about, but I'm going to make a fire here and eat, then sleep. If you'd like to stay you can. We can reach the town tomorrow, and maybe stock up on supplies while the shops are open." Her shoulders rolled in a shrug.
Coyote42004/29/2019
-He refused the canteen, it was hers to keep. Swinging his pack off his shoulder he handed her one of the wraps of tack. Dried fruits and meats, shredded and packed together, made for great traveling food that was both palatable and nonperishing. Taking off his shield and the two hand axes he set these down before beginning to kick a pile of dried leaves together while his hands began snapping the very ends off a fallen tree's branches. The fire wasn't long in starting, and after eating and some catching up with Eir, Fairon was snoring, wrapped in his bearskin and leaning against a rotten stump.
{Grace} - Zephyr||Eira04/29/2019
The canteen wasn't received by Griggs and Eira's brow furrowed slightly before she shrugged and took it for herself. The Mead was a welcome and warmly received change from the water that she had been drinking for the last several weeks of traveling, and she took another swig before recorking the canteen. Dropping it to the ground, she took the offered wrap of tack from Griggs as well and dropped her ax, swords, and shield in a pile besides Griggs own pile. Eira gathered their bearskins and laid them out while Farion started the fire and she sat up a long while after he had fallen asleep. They had eaten together and talked long into the night. It had been so long since she had seen him, she wasn't really even sure it wasn't a dream. She didn't want to sleep, for fear that she would wake and he would be gone again. She didn't touch him either just in case he was just a figment of her imagination and would disappear if she made herself aware of it. She didn't know how to be a married woman. Thirteen years alone had changed the way she carried herself. But she couldn't resist the call of exhaustion forever and was soon sleeping on the ground wrapped in her own bearskin, by his leg, her feet close to the embers of the flames. The night brought many noises, the wildlife only staying at bay because of the flames that Eira fed every time she felt the chill of the night in her feet. ———the next morning——— A mouse scurried over her arm, chattering in her ear and Eira jerked away from the tickling. Rolling over with a groggy moan, she didn't even open her eyes, and pulled the bearskin tighter around herself, dipping her head into the hide so all that was seen as a long log of brown fur. The fire had died out, the tendril of smoldered smoke spiraling into the sky. The moon had slipped out of the heavens, the stars with it, and all that remained was the faint glow of daylight against the darkened existence of this sunless world.
Coyote42004/29/2019
-Griggs was sitting on a nearby Boulder facing the rising sun, the black ax leaned up against a nearby rock. He was contemplating the glorious power of the gods, baffled by their wars. Whichever of them won made no difference to Griggs, and even though he was entirely out of context, he didn't imagine himself important enough to be any of their concern. Whichever god wanted to rule should kill the others, and do so. What cryptic understanding there were of a life outside of this one were beyond his intention and concern. He had such thoughts for about a half hour, before deciding that here and now he would just do what he saw as right and just. This, a most dangerous platform on which any man could stand, would be the best that he could do. After all, who was there to trust? His mind wandered back to the Galandor Wolves, how and if they would or could accept such news. He was contemplating how he would pitch it to them when the caliga hound lept out at him. Griggs caught it by the throat and let it wryth in his grasp a moment before he tossed it into the brush where it immediately started making a horrible racket that was sure to wake Eira. He turned and glanced at the woman. Perhaps Galandor could escape this war by simply minding their own business. The racket died down the further the creature got away and Fairon shouldered his gear, burdening hi self again with all the weapons. "Morn." He greeted Eira whenever she looked his way. Taking a smooth chunk of river rock he honed the edge of the mithril sword, gently and carefully abying it's cutting edge into a clean angle before he stood and stretched.- "Let's skip the town, see if we can't get to snow before the week is out."