Urses carefully paddled his way through the frigid bay of Forochel. He could just barely make out the giant tusks that held up a sickly looking banner. A villager, hanging by what he hoped was crudely fashioned rope. His body had been torn and shredded by what looked like claws, his flesh bore the marks of human teeth as if it had been gnawed upon. Urses could see one of the hulking creatures standing watch near a small fire, eating hunks of raw elk meet with his bare hands.
Urses huddled down closer to the boat, pulling his cloak over him so that it hid his large body that took up most of the room in the medium sized canoe. The creature stood, walking to the small wooden boat that had a bear pelt covering it. It stretched a large, gnarled hand to retrieve the bear pelt from the canoe. Its eyes widened as it tried to release a feral growl, quickly finding north steel slicing deep within his throat. It sputtered and sucked air as the creature stumbled backwards and fell to the icy ground, crimson seeping from his wound as his body twitched slightly. The north-man leaped over the writhing creature, looking around for the next foe.
The village was strewn with tents made of mammoth hide, giant tusks used for decoration, painted with different colors representing different castes, or so Urses thought. He saw the small cave entrance, just past a bridge that wasn't well guarded aside from the two hulking creatures stood waiting, seemingly talking amongst themselves. Urses knew there would be numerous more would be in the cave, protecting her, keeping watch over her. While Angelnarth and the hillman went to go and kill the alpha, it would hopefully to draw their eyes away from the blood that was soon to be shed. The village, filled with the female guaradan, along with their children and the elderly, they were people just like anyone else, yet they had walked along an evil path. These creatures were vile, abominations to even the darkness. All of them must be ended.
Urses sheathed his knife across the small of his back and turned around, spotting the snowy owl sitting on the tip of an iced rock. "Go, find Sybri or the man called Lindovor and tell them that I live. My task is unfulfilled and the witch will not live past tonights moon. If Angelnarth | Princess and the Brulk | Hill-man have felled the Alpha, then they can return home. I will join them, by the Fathers will."
The bird spread its wings widely, watching Urses approach with a sliver of dried meat in his hand. The creature snatched it from his hand, and took flight. The Northman turned to face the village and inhaled sharply. "If this be my end. I pray father, let me rest in your arms this night."
