Men of the Mark

“So will you want to use the sword or your new staff first? You will have to choose one or the other, and be clear in your mind about which you will reach for if we are endangered,” Waelden said in general conversation.

(Written in collaboration by the players of Waelden and Yllfa )

Prologue: Setting Out

“Hertha, can you help me? I need to make a gift for my mama?”

The smith looked round a touch sternly, as she was just about to discuss the main tasks of the day with her assistant, Heard. 

A few days after my visit to Northgyth concerning the apothecary, a letter was delivered to our door. My reading was progressing so that I could clearly see it was addressed to Waelden. Of course it would be, as most folk thought I had no written words at all.

The following morning we were at Northgyth’s door as soon as could be considered polite. Ymma answered, and ushered us in. Waelden had written a letter explaining we wanted the house, and had sufficient coin in place to make the purchase as soon as Erbrand’s grandson wished. He was ready to ride back into Edoras immediately, if Northgyth would provide an address. 

( Note and links to inspiration: The following story was written for amusement at Halloween. It is IC, in the form of a dream and is also a spoof, having obvious links to movies, tv series and books of a particular genre. These will be listed at the end, as there are quite a few.)

Ethel was awake very early the next morning. No doubt she was eager to hear our thoughts on Erbrand’s house. She was also likely wondering what Waelden had made of her letter to him. 

Finally closing the armoury doors behind her, Hertha took a deep breath, and straightened her shoulders. There was one more thing she wanted to do before she headed for her rented accommodation, and a well deserved sleep. Her day had been full at the forge. Then three travellers had arrived to stay a few days at the Roaring Dragon, and two with horses that needed her attention.