Sunday Night Gaming

As they crested the first hill a single figure could be seen coming back along the same route that the army had taken, it appeared to either be wounded or old as it was leaning heavily upon a staff and making slow progress. "We should investigate Hrodulf" Morfindion whispered needlessly as the figure was still too far away to hear what might have been said. Hrodulf grumbled saying "the quicker we get this over with the quicker I can get back and try my luck with Linan" at which Morfindion looked at him as if trying to work out if he was being serious or not. As they closed the distance it became clear that the figure was a woman, relatively young but injured with a ragged bandage wrapping her leg and bruising starting to appear beneath one eye. "Ho friend!" Morfindion called out once the distance had been almost closed "you look as if you have been in the wars... What news have you of the road ahead?" I  hear that you intend to follo...

Morfindion looked out at the fields that surrounded the southern side of the village of Greenest, the rolling hills and copses of trees, a look of bewilderment on his face "How are we going to track them down to their encampment?" he asked of no one in particular. Hrodulf looked at him sceptically and then laughed, a laugh that came from deep within his belly and filled with genuine mirth "You aren't joking are you? Where have you been living all your life? in a cave or something?"he asked the haughty looking Elf. A twitch, almost too small to see appeared on Morfindion's face as the question hit an apparently raw nerve but Hrodulf ignored it saying "Well if I am going to be doing the tracking I am definitely going to be having all of the reward... what are you here for? Muscle?" he said with a feral grin enjoying the wounded look that briefly lit the Elf's features. "There is a trail Elf, one that even a blind man might be able to...

Governor Nighthill stood in the hall of the keep his head bandaged and the wounds suffered the night before attended to by his clerics as best they were able given the circumstances of the attack. Hrodulf watched as Morfindion approached the governor "My Lord" he said "please explain to my companion the request you have made known to me". The governor looked to Hrodulf and approached both he and the Elf. "I cannot thank you enough for the axe work you have already performed but I have a proposition for you... I would ask you... And your companion here... To follow in the wake of the raiders, find where they are lurking, what they have planned... If you can I would ask you to return here with what information you have and I will ensure that it is passed on to my own masters and we will crush these raiders completely. Do this for me and I will pay you in gold... 250 pieces for each of you" "you would pay that just for word of their   movement...

Hrodulf looked again at the man who had been his captain, shrunken in death in a way that never could have happened in life. His death had drained him of the vitality that had made him one of the most feared captains on the sea of fallen stars... A name that gods fearing mariners wouldn't even mention for fear of attacting his eye to their vessel. "Go to Greenest, rectify the mistakes I have made!" the old man had pleaded and Hrodulf could not understand why these last few words had a hold of him the way they did. Was the old man truly his father? Hrodulf had no way of knowing his earliest memories being those of the boiling stews and rookeries he had grown up in and always the Captain had been there...when he wasn't aboard ship at any rate. He had taken the young Hrodulf to sea before he was 10 winters old and he had participated in his first act of piracy no more than a few short days later. Had the Captain, his father, kept him safe? Had he raised him to b...

The fight with the half dragon had been brutal, the creature was far and away a better swordsman that Hrodulf was with his axe showing a degree of skill and training that Hrodulf's ill discipline had not allowed him to master and soon knicks were evident on  both combatants. Hrodulf's cold rage and physical toughness having aided him just as much as Cyanwrath's skill at arms and the two broke away to circle one another warily "You are my plaything human" the half dragon spat at Hrodulf as he circled to the left, his huge blade in a high striking position. Hrodulf knew that he couldn't match the creature in strength even with the cold fury that filled him.  He did not reply because his jaw had locked shut and his whole body quivered as the adrenaline filled him and his racing heart pumped it through his body like quicksilver making it burn like ice against exposed skin. The dragon attacked again and Hrodulf started to see the pattern... the way the cre...

The captain was dead, the stench of piss and shit now mingled with the sickbed smell that pervaded the room. Hrodulf ignored the smell... It was nothing he hadn't smelled before though usually it was mingled with the metallic, coppery taint of blood. Death, in many forms, was the constant companion of the pirates of the sea of fallen stars. He approached the captain's table, a table that he had thought would be his but that his captain... His father... Had passed on to another. The book on the desk that he had once thought was a journal that the captain would read daily seemed to be something else... Writings that tugged at the edge of his mind. The knocking at the door awoke him from his dream... His memory of the recent past fading as the warmth of the leg of the woman he was sharing the small bunk with. His clothing was mixed with hers on the floor of the barracks, he slapped her bare arse as he rose and offered her a wolfish smile as he rose and pulled on the leath...