The Barrow Wight Slayers - Rags to Riches - Part Three

     

   

 Domečar 1st, 1483 AA. Roccastra, Republic di Virella. Noon.      

    The Dorsilva River trickles down, the water moving along. A single leaf slowly floats down the river, heading towards the Great Strybrne River, and finally the Imperial Sea. The four hop across the river, on stones from the fallen bridge, one by one, each splashing a bit of water onto their pants. They are getting close now. 

    However, from up ahead, they hear voices. Five men, including one wearing chainmail and a nasal helm, walk out from a large rock. They all have shoddy weapons and shields, other than one who has a shortbow and a poaching bag.

    "Stop! Hark! This is our trail! We don't let just anyone through. Unless you have the coin, that is. Two farthings for each man, so that would be two pence. Hand it over, laddies!" The most armored man says. 

    Argunijin squeezes his palm on his halberd, with Thalyros doing the same with his two-handed mace. Gunbu puts her hands into a small brown pouch at her waist, keeping it there for the time being. The only person that stays calm is Levius.

    "Right, that is reasonable. I apologize for trespassing, I hadn't the faintest idea that this was your land!" He fishes two pence out of his pocket and tosses them to the men. "We'll be on our way now, again, apologies!" Levius exhales a breath of fresh air. The group also loosen up after that point.

    The group finally arrive at the outpost. On a hill, sits a square-shaped palisade wall, and on one corner of it sits a three-floor stone based tower. It's upper levels are made of wood, with the highest floor having a small lookout with an unlit torch. The gate is ajar, the grass inside is overgrown, and there is no noise coming from the courtyard.

    "This is off. That torch is supposed to be lit, there's no noise, and there's no guards. This isn't good." Levius says. Levius is a young man with black hair, grey eyes, and pale skin. He was once a Auxilia in the Holy Karian Empire, but he doesn't talk much about that. He often talks about subjects that nobles would enjoy, however -- war, wine, women, etc.

    Argun does not heed Levius' warning however, barging into the fort. He shouts that it is clear, and the rest of the group floods in. In the inner courtyard is an abandoned wagon with molding goods. The tower itself is also open. There are also two smaller buildings and an outhouse. The first, on the left, is a small cottage. On the right is a shed, which sits next to the outhouse.

    Gunbu walks to the small cottage with Argun, and Levius goes to the shed. Thalyros stands and looks at the tower, but doesn't speak. 

    "Shash urdim. Stïvut don onzh ngotol? Onzh thoth? Voden mol torum... irol!" Gunbu mutters to herself. She speaks in a language that even Argun doesn't understand. Argun does understand Voden, the All-Father. Gunbu is a black-haired Wildling. Her hair is curly and unkempt, she wears no shirt, but rather forearm wraps and a dress that goes from her hips down. Her hair also covers her face, which hide her gray eyes and pretty face. She wears a belt over her dress, which has a small white leather pouch, a hunting horn, and a larger bag which holds a tent. She also has a spear.

    Walking into the building, she looks around, but finds nothing of note. The building itself has two beds, a table with a straw doll on it, and a fireplace. She takes the straw doll, and inspects it.

    "Gon mizh enur anir. Gon aval don, Ingrith." She says, before tucking away the doll. Argunijin spots a small bag of silver, which has four pence in it. Thalyros continues staring at the door of the tower, muttering the following in Anubic: "Nal alir mal abalalgi.". Levius finds nothing but tools covered in dust in the shed.