Renatians Arrive in Morsgrad

[Rig 17591]

The Migration of the Renaii

 

 

The many wagons of the wearied procession trundled forward slowly, their massive wheels reducing the early snows of the northern roads to muddy slush. Forward they pressed, men, women, children bundled against the biting winds as they trudged towards their goal. Some bore plate of faded red, a relic of better times. Some still bore tattered banners, their faded faces bearing black dragons. As the days marched onwards the greenery faded. Giving ways to grand fields and fjords of deep snow. As the congregation climbed the slope of the neck, that tiny bridge separating the Greenlands from the lands of endless snow. They saw the city of Morsgrad rise before them. Its massive insurmountable cliffs jutting arrogantly from the frozen sea below. The unbreakable bastion home to the Nordish, the last of the true Highlander folk in Arcas. 

 

 

Arriving at the foot of the great stone spire, the band would unload their wagon. Bearing all of their possessions in their worn packs they’d cross the treacherous rope bridge of the peerless fortress. Arriving at the cities stone maw. There, stone-faced guards would step aside, allowing the ragged menagerie into the depths of the citadel. The Renaii had come to Morsgrad.

[ferdaboy 3488]

Titus prepares to return to his people!

[helldiving 5793]

Magnus shakes his head, beckoning for Laelius and Cicero to follow him as they venture into Morsgrad!

[squakhawk 14044]

Lucian gratefully awaited the return of his dragonsblood.

He would not leave them for another Empire again. 

[Skyrunner 257]

Utaria Helenson-Anarion glanced up and smiled at the homecoming of the Renatian people “GOTT bless Renatus”

[trinn 5146]

Joan cheers  as she clumsily follows along.

[Bisscy 64]

Roderick rubs his beard and ponders how a mountain materialized in a location he knew for many years.