THE RIVER RUNS RED
By the Authority and Will of the King of Norland
Issued on, 7th of Father’s Eve, 464 Age of Stifled Flame
TO THE PEOPLE OF SÓLHEIM,
On the 7th of Father’s Eve, a lone Dwarf was spotted at the gates of Vjardengrad, a Frostbeard by the looks of him, and behind him his band of miscreants. The Red Cloaks assembled a small but determined force, eight men in total, led by none other than King Balon himself who ordered the lads to sally forth and squash the brigands who plagued the North Road.
The engagement began with volleys of arrows before quickly turning to a charge. Swords and axes clashed filling the air with the song of steel as the dwarves cried for their bearded mothers. With two dead brigands the rest turned tail, as dwarves are notoriously good sprinters, yet Norlandic prowess bested the sprinters. The King’s very own Squire, Torrhen Eiriksson Ash, captured the band’s commander who, in desperation, pretended to be a simple duck paddling down the River Petra.
Brought to the square of Vjardengrad, the dwarf stood before all, as a specialized stump was brought forth; one befitting one so squat. Squire Torrhen Ash requested to deliver the King’s Justice however King Balon knew it was his justice to deliver and so it should be his axe to swing. And so it was delivered.
The heads of the brigands line the roads to Norland so as to remind the Urguani aggressors of the fate of outlaws.
LET IT BE KNOWN Chicken and Silas have completed their Trials of Blooding and Skill, with the highest of esteem and honor.
IRON FROM ICE