If we keep moving, she'll die, and it will drop morale. Miraculously, our morale holds steady on day 65. We've put some distance between Wyrmtoe and us, but Grofheim is still far, far away. The women return to camp not just as clansmen, but as fighters.
But the more people who can hold their own, the better." The men continue to complain. I don't know how many more would really take to it. "To be honest," says Oddleif, "this was already harder than I expected. Just as the winds shift she lets go, and her arrow flies not into one of the trees, but a snow rabbit that had scurried out from underneath. "Be glad for the luck you've found and let's go before it runs out." They fret and moan but eventually you get them back on the trail. "We can't spend another day here," you tell them. When you awake to find people still searching through snow and shrubs you call it off. If I let them take their time, I'd get an item called the Godscale, but I don't think it's worth the three day wait (Rank 5, +3 Armor, +1 Aggro).
Soon, a curious child has found another hiding in the snow, and then a third is discovered. "It's a fish scale," he says, pointing out the rainbow pattern that shows in the sunlight. "A blessing!" shouts one of the men in your caravan, holding up what looks like a silver coin. It's hard to imagine the Nordfelling Wastes being filled with water at one time, but the godstone stands as a reminder of the vast lake it used to look across. Jagged stones jut out of the snow like shark fins. The godstone of Marek looms into view, upon it carved the great ocean beast. On day 64, we reach another interesting sight. All I'm saying, is don't ask her to change who she is. You think I'm calling you a poor father? No. Did you know she sews up the wounded every time you get them bloodied in a fight? Remember when I said you were a leader? Yeah, they join you. Are you making it worth living? I see Alette helping the women, cooking food, taking care of the old, playing with the children. Running around, saving everyone's hide, making decisions. What in the depths is that supposed to mean? Nice of her, I thought, seeing as how she's the only one who gives a damn about the people around here. Who's giving wrong looks? Your girl came to me. You march directly over to where Ekkill has been forced to stay, far away from the rest of the caravan. "It's true about his sister, she died of a fever when we were just married. "Is that what Ekkill told you?" replies Onef. The women are separated and eventually calm down, but you worry that this is far from over.ĭay 62, and we're heading into the hills.Įventually you find Onef back at camp and relate the story. "But this one thinks I have something to do with it." Launching forward, the first woman flails wildly, shouting, "Liar!". "Ragni chooses my daughter on his own," the insulted mother says. We're going to have to start taking more breaks now to maintain morale, while we can afford it. At Weak Morale, all fighters will deploy at -2 Willpower.ĭay 61 is spent resting from the march.
That good laugh just barely kept me out of another Morale drop for day 60!Īnd finally, we have reached peak despair. Not silver." The caravan enjoys a good laugh as they start moving once again.
"No fleeter than old Unnarr! And husbands, mind your wives I'm cursed with a golden tongue.
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