This Road Answers in Blood

[ImmortalShadowZ 1306]

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This is another Forum post associated to my player-run Eventline within Norland, hosted by myself for the Norlandic playerbase - Capital players and vassals included. 

I heard about the glitter, and I know it was no accident.
 

A trap, laid with care, bright dust scattered across steel to mark a man in the dark, ensuring he could not slip away unseen. Clever, if that is what you call it. Wulfric thought his own plan was just as clever. He believed the marsh would hide his blades and the fog would swallow your cries, but instead, his ambush ended in mud and blood. His men were cut down where they stood, scattered across the reeds like broken tools, and one never even reached the fight. A pommel caught him in the back of his head and sent him crashing down the old stone steps; the fall finished him, his neck snapping against the stone before he could ever properly raise his blade.
 

Careful plans often end this way, but you did not stop. You kept searching, digging through ash and ruins, through bones and places better left forgotten. You kept asking questions about the Veil as though it were a trinket to be taken lightly, and that choice brought you closer to the path I guard. So I answered.
 

I found this road, and I found the cart that travelled it. Traders, pilgrims, it hardly matters — they knew nothing of Wulfric, nothing of you, nothing of the Veil you chase so desperately through the north. The horse died first, screaming through the night before the blade found it, and the rest followed swiftly. When the road fell silent, the earth had drunk its fill.

Consider this a lesson rather than revenge, as every trap you lay, every question you ask, every step toward the Veil stains the ground with blood. The marsh has already taken its share. Now the road has taken more. Continue if you must, but understand this: the Veil does not break because one soldier is marked with glitter, and it does not fall because Wulfric lies dead in the reeds. You have stepped deeper into something you cannot hope to understand.
 

The wind carried word of your trap to me, and it carries many things across the north. Soon, it will carry your names as well.

~ A Sable Watcher


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[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

The smirk of a proud older sister, even if only in name would grace Eliska's face as she saw the missive. "It seems muj apprentice truly has wound these fanatics up.... very dobry work to her."

[Terry 2680]

That lonely Marian Knight, Ser Sigmar, would grumble both for the response and the fact that the display occurred on his lands. "They shall soon find that us Highlanders do niet quit so easily."

 

He'd glance to the head of his militia then. "Double the patrols. Ensure any who deem to harm those ov Norland on this land do niet go so easily unanswered. Send a message if vy must."