Wulfthere covered his eyes from the glaring midday sun, as he looked ahead, he spotted smoke drifting in the air over the treetops of the Westward Wilds, it would seem they had finally arrived in the village of Walden.
Suddenly a voice rang out from off the track “Good day! What a sight you fine men make” declared a dirty looking man that wandered into their midst, and with much bravado prompted to slap the men on their backs with a great deal of glee.
“A fine sigh indeed, are you here to rid us of our troubles? It’s about time us poor folk of the Borderlands were taken care of” exclaimed the man to Authulf, assuming due to his age he was leading the group.
“That we are” declared Wulfthere from behind the man, startling him in the process, causing him to jump back with a little more shocked than necessary.
Wulfthere immediately found something untrustworthy about the man and decided to depart before his real agenda was revealed.
“Who is the head man here, and where can I find him?” enquired Wulfthere before they departed.
“That would be Ceolmaer your looking for, you’ll find him on the far side of the village in the house with the cherry tree out front”. Said the man though a barely restrained grin, it seemed for some reason the man was oddly pleased with himself.
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Wulfthere stood back as Authulf knocked hard on the door with the butt of his Warspear. A man gingerly opened the door, he seemed wary of the strangers he suddenly found at his door.
“Begone you foul parasites, I have no more to give” murmured the man, it seemed the Wulfthere that the man meant the words he said, but at the same time had no way to enforce his will and he knew it.
“I’m sorry my fine fellow boomed Authulf. “we mean you no harm, we have come at the bequest of Earl Magnus, to rid you of the forces that are assailing you” he added.
“…err, how can I know that? How do I know you aren’t lying?” questioned the man.
Wulfthere stepped forward. “you don’t need to believe us, after all if we were lying could you really stop all four of us if we really wanted to take what you have? He asked.
“…well, …I, ….suppose.” he stuttered, and stepped back opening the door a little further. He stood for a few moments more and stepped aside beckoning Authulf and Wulfthere in. “those two” he said motioning towards Erling and Rumbald, “They can wait outside, I won’t be intimidated in my own house.
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After a few hours the pair emerged, to find the sun was starting to fall below the tops of the surrounding trees. They had talked with the man they discovered to be called Ceolmaer about the troubles that had beset the village as well as suggestions of where to find help, once he’d settled down Ceolmaer was a friendly fellow that was simply overcome with issues beyond his ability to control.
“Erling, Rumbald” Wulfthere Shouted, a few moments later the twins emerged from behind a bush with a few local girls walking the other way with flustered looked and grins ear to ear. “I don’t know and don’t want to know what you two have been up to, but remember we are here to help these people, not to give them more mouths to feed once we are gone” said Wulfthere with feigned despair on his face. One thing was for sure there was never a dull moment with these two around.
“Tomorrow Ceolmaer will be sending a few fellows our way to help us with the village’s problems” he announced. “For now, we can lodge in his barn and he’ll provide us a meal shortly, now grab our stuff and meet us there.”
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The following morning, they woke to find three men waiting outside. One stepped forward and introduced the group. “This is Æskil, that young man is Aethelwald and I’m Bergfinn” he said “Ceolmaer said you’re looking for a few strong men to help stop the menaces that are befalling our village. Well here we are. When you ready to set out, let Ceolmaer know and he’ll send for us, I look forward to being of service”. With that he turned and walked off into the village, followed by Æskil grumbling under his breath.
Aethelwald lingered a few moments longer, looking at the group and the weapons at their side with a look of reverence, he suddenly realised what he was doing and turned and chased Bergfinn back into the village. As Wulfthere turned to the rest of the Warband he noticed another villager nearby, taking in everything that was happening.
“Can I help you?” Wulfthere asked the man.
“You can indeed young man said the villager, or rather I can help you, I’m Skegg, I’m not from these parts but I get the feeling we could help each other” he stated, before boldly walking over towards the group. “If you’re looking to clean this place up I’m all yours as long as you need me, all I ask is you keep me fed and we will be just fine.
“Welcome to the team” said Authulf before sending a questioning look Wulfthere’s way. “From what we’ve been told we’ll need all the help we can get.”
Wulfthere was hard pressed to not agree, however he was going to keep an eye on this one, there seemed more to him that meets the eye, and it seems Authulf though so too.
Over the course of the blog I plan to include both a prose narrative and the mechanical effect of what have happened for each campaign turn. Everything here (Instandard text rather than the italics of the story) is the results of the dice rolls rather than the story I’ve created around them.
Following the rules in “Roads well travelled” the party rolled a roadside encounter upon entering a village for the first time. The result was a Sneaky Thief, who stole 2 gold from the warband (in the story they haven’t noticed yet).
The party then used their two actions. The first was used to Trade. The party bought an additional shield, helment and bandages. (this wasn’t addressed in the story as I assumed it was on their travels to the Borderlands).
The second was an Interaction with a friendly villager (Ceolmaer), who was added to the friends list.
The warband then went adventuring and encountered an Outlaw Threat of 10 Brigands (no leadership) while traveling. The setup is 10″ apart, with the enemies in 3 groups. The encounter is on road (Dunnola Way) at the edge of the woods (Westward Wilds).
The encounter itself will be the subject of my next post once the required terrain and miniatures are completed.