We played on the last day of February, all were present. I had slept too little for a few days and was giving in to exhaustion, and not at my best, but it was fun. My apologies.

þeneslag Walvoricsson

Walvoric Asbjörnsson

Withberht The Priest of The Shrine of Gerse

The youngsters reached Nothwa Rhaglaw and were heartily welcomed by Walvoric the Thegnongar of Nothwa Rhaglaw, who accepted Hárjánáz' service as he had his father's by accepting the gift offered at the table in the hall. Here they told their story to the derison of þeneslag Walvoricsson, who does little to hide his lack of respect for the "beardless children", though he does nod appreciatively when they relay how they killed the Trolls. Apart from father and son, the family consists of Tarjun the mother, Gunnhild Walvoricsdottir the 14 YO sister, and some smaller cousins of þeneslag. Hárjánáz is seated across from Walvoric, Ulvarð across from Theneslag, Jádwigá across from Tarjun, and Áthánáric across from the younger nephews and nieces who he regales with tales of his heroism killing the Trolls (much to the disgust of Theneslag). Tarjun and Jádwigá talk weaving, tablet-weaving and sewing, and Tárjun offered to show her special loom from the Adûn-folk in the west. She is from your kinsmen living on the border with them, hence her strange name and a loom of their construction.

They learn

þeneslag dislikes them, though they do not know why.

An Adûn-Man and three Elves passed through the Village (bygð) four days ago and went north. The Hunters could not track them much outside the further farms "because of the snow-cowered ground".


Walvoric decides to send a patrol towards Björnisteðr and Heimsteðr both, and put maximal guards on the town.


Next day, the heroes are woken before daybreak (which is late at this time of year), Jádwigá goes to talk to Odelárd the Healer (I mistakenly called her Bessandis in my exhaustion) who rued that there was no time to talk about enhancing herbs by using the magic of nature and to outright heal by it. Ulvarð talked to Geir Bairhið the leader of the Hunters' Lodge/Guild. Aþanaric went to the town smith to sell the Kite Shield and Greatsword they had found, but the smith- showing Drengrskabr- would only buy the shield, as the greatsword was too expensive for him to afford to pay them.


They then set out with the patrol going for Nothwa Rhaglaw. And around midday on the second day, they meet some of the families of the outlying farms of Heimsteðr fleeing for their lives, as they had spotted the village burning and Hóllr-Folk overrunning its defences. The heroes and men of Nothwa Rhaglaw hasten on with sinking hearts, aand as they come out of a small copse, they spot a group of around 40 people fleeing around 50 Hóllr-Folk and some crokked-looking humanoids towards a hill to make a stand. The 20 or so Humanoid figures with the Hóllr-folk are not as tall as the latter; with thick, strong, bowed legs and long arms. Their torsos are massive and strong and their long arms hang almost to the ground with big, claw-like hands and nails at the end. Their faces are large, foul, and animal-like - like a parody of Humans; hairy and almost furry, large, hairy ears and red eyes. In their mouth their canines has grown to the fangs of a predator. The creatures of your nightmares; Orks, and all of them under the command of a large, broadshouldered figure fitting the description of an Adûn-Man.

As the youngsters watch in surprise you watch arrows cut a fighter down, and the Orks catch up as he struggles to rise and hew him again and again till he is still- and then some.

The Adûn-Man

The hill of Battle

Experience Points 350 each