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Lightning!
After an amazing and useful magical session he takes credits for his efforts to save the day several times !

Congratulations!

The path to Ikaya

* In the picture: Mulchanor role playing Griselda as Griselda herself was role playing Lightning, missing in this session

13th October 5000, somewhere over the Vlad Glacier in Kalte

Going on. They knew they needed to go further and quicker to recover the time lost in the blizzard. the days and nights passed without any event. the company had asked their guides to make stops every 3 hours in order for themselves to have a brief moment of quiet when the sickness attacks were about to happen.

A short discussion lifted a part of the mystery around the guides, while both siblings were indeed Vassagonians, they were in exile in these countries. their family had fled from the clutches of the Zakhan to Kalte only to be almost immediately slaughtered by the ice-barbarians. in these lands death could come very swiftly and surprising as the third day showed.

the three sleds were progressing pretty fast even through the foggy weather when, out of the nowhere, two ice-barbarians appeared in the path of the sleds. unlike the company both of them had a clear idea about what would happen. while some members of the group were about to claim that they meant no harm, some arrows were already whistling towards them. Alast and Gustavius cursed as the projectiles grazed them and the complete group immediately riposted with iron and blood. the combat was swift, Lightning had managed to incapacitate one of the barbarians thus allowing Griselda a deadly strike, the second barbarian was defending himself as best as he could but was overwhelmed easily. as the group looted the bodies they discovered a macabre fund. during the combat they kept wondering how the barbarians were able to fight with spear and sword while still letting arrows rain upon them.. the answer was simple: each barbarian had a child in its backpack, armed with a bow and trained to kill whatever did not belong in those iced wastes. the bodies were quickly looted, most of the equipment was broken and useless except for a finely crafted spear, which quickly became the new property of Griselda and 2 pairs if skis.

the group decided it would be best to press on, as a searching party would probably be soon sent after those two scouts...

but their hope for a refreshing and reposing night would soon be shattered. Gustavius, Griselda and Mulchanor were taking their second watch when it became apparent that they were not alone in the area. out of the darkness a slow moving figure came moving towards the sleds and camp-fires. it was too far to clearly distinguish what it was but it seemed to be a giak. strangely enough it did not seemed to move aggressively or be rushing in frenzy into a battle. it seemed to be wounded and was clearly moaning. while Mulchanor and Gustavius were trying to figure out what the creature was and why it was moaning so strangely, Griselda quickly woke the guides up and pressed them to ready the sleds for a quick escape. three other figures appeared, following the first. limping and moaning. "who goes there ?" asked Mulchanor and gave a warning shot. As no response came, Gustavius decided to put some light into the situation and grabbed a burning piece of wood from one of the camp-fires and threw it spinning it towards the figure. Griselda was now back and urging the dwarves to get on the - now almost ready to go - sleds as 4 other of those creatures appeared, limping... the torch landed right in front of the first creature, illuminating it brightly. It was indeed a giak, but decaying and decomposing. "Zombies !!" yelled the dwarves while rushing to the sleds. "lots o'them !" - "oh, so you finally decided it's best to go" ironically stated Girselda while whipping the dogs to make them start quickly. in the commotion one of the undeads had managed to grab the first sled, while the others - a complete army as it seemed to the company - were still moving at full-zombie speed towards the now departing sleds. a gaunt hand was trying to grasp its hold on the first sled but Gustavius quickly dispatched it with a swift strike of his axe, letting out a disgusted sound.

with relief the group watched the figurines disappearing in their trails and decided to press on. questions were forming in their heads. Giaks in Kalte are uncommon. not to say rare. but undead giaks are far more disturbing. clearly there was some evil force at work thy could not apprehend yet.

but the clear sun and white blue landscape dissipated their thoughts while they were rushing continuously northwards through bizarre ice formations, the sun light was reflecting and shining through the glacier and once again they were glad to have correct equipment all along. without the goggles they would probably have gone blind form the reflections and without their warm equipment covering their skin they evaded any risk of sun burn. it was almost warm. too warm for the area even. the foreboding signs of water dropping down ice formations would have been a clear sign of impending doom for them. if they had paid attention to it. but the landscape was whizzing to fast around them. it was only a thunk but clearly cracking noise that alerted them. too late, a fissure opened in the glacier just on the left of them. Another big crack and ice debris as well as clouds of ice particles were erupting into the air just to dissipate only moments later. the fissure had now the size of a large crevasse running along the path of the sleds, and it was gaining speed on them. soon the cracking noise would not come to halt and large ice block in front and around the speeding sleds were breaking apart and disappearing into the dark depth of the growing chasm. a frenetic panic had taken control of the dogs as the glacier started breaking apart below them, the sled driver were trying to manoeuvre them as far as they could to move to the right but they had no chance. the ice was breaking way faster than they could run. "do something!" yelled Erleothir at lightning, knowing - or hoping - that the Dessi Mage would maybe be able to control the forces of nature unleashing around them...

Just in the moment Lightning was assessing the situation around him and going through any possible spells in his minds, a trembler went through all three sleds as two large slabs of ice collided next to them. the scream of Mulchanor was heard as the two dwarves suddenly lost grip and fell off on the shaking ground. Lightning concentrated on his incantation and suddenly, forming out of the clouds of melting ice appeared a water spirit shaking itself vigorously in the cold air. Now both the first and last sleds were driving a tight U shaped turn to the right, while Hassan and Radja were masterfully conducting this manoeuvre Griselda and Erleothir quickly grabbed some ropes to throw at the incoming running dwarves. next to the second sled, still thrown at full speed, the water spirit was receiving mentally his orders from lighting. "hold both pieces of the glacier together" was the oh so simple task. quickly evading the stomping feet of the slowly freezing water spirit, the two dwarves respectively threw themselves on the dancing ropes, while Mulchanor jumped, head first, toward the rope, Gustavius felt on his back, no sooner had he caught the rope that he was dragged over a small bump of snow and got catapulted in the air, only to land with the artistic grace of a sack of flour seated on the back of the first sled. Mulchanor on his side was holding tight and in an impressive movement managed to stand up, ice-skiing behind the last sled... without skis. "hey look at me !" he yelled proudly. sadly Erleothir misunderstood this for a cry of help and quickly pulled the rope towards the sled "I will save you my friend!" as a result Mulchanor face planted in the snow and got dragged for a few meters unceremoniously. In the mean time the water spirit was performing a split over the chasm, the shaking and trembling of the glacier went lower and lower and finally stopped. Our heroes had a last look on the back to the now frozen water spirit. holding both pieces of the glacier together like the statue of an ice colossus.

Great was their joy on this evening, recalling the events like school kids who just played an enormous prank and managed to run away from their master in extremis before getting caught. As they looked around them on the desert landscape a few members of the group noticed a large mountain in front of them. "This is Cloudmaker Mountain" explained one of the guides "but don't trust your eyes, the mountain isn't in front of us" - "what do you mean?" - "in these countries you have to learn not to entirely trust your eyes. they can show you wrong things. you have to *know* your environment...." these word from the guides slightly irritated Griselda. She waited for a quiet moment to turn to Erleothir. "do you think we can trust our guides?" she asked him without emphasis. "why ? yes... I mean until now everything went" he stopped recalling the events of the last days and searched for a fitting word "eeerrmm fine... I mean, it could have gone worse" - "no, i mean, what they just say about not trusting our eyes and the mountain, it's disturbing me. do you really think we can rely on them ?" - "I understand your doubts but honestly, these are the only guides we have and... " he got interrupted by Gustavius who was overhearing the conversation "they have spent basically their complete life in the hanor interrupted him "and besides, if they wanted to kill us or get us lost they could have done it already on the first day and just a few kilometres from Ljuk..." - "point taken. in fact, it's not like we have any choice."




On that night everyone slept pretty good and there was no interruption, they were just fairly impressed as pale lights appeared in the sky, seamlessly moving from reddish to green and moving between the stars like a snake ondulating in the water. "is this magic?!" - "no it's called... let me remember.." - "aurora Borealis, never thought I'd live long enough to see some" - "and let's hope long enough to tell about it"

as their trek started on the next morning they could notice that the cloud maker mountain was in fact behind them and it did not lasted too long until they left the glacier to reach a more accidented area. the ground wasn't now even and plane any more but formations of black rock could be seen here and there scattered around and rolling hills were marking the landscape. the colour was the only constant though. white , white and more white. Erleothir scouted the landscape with a keen eye trying to figure out what the best path for the sleds would be. "we need to be careful sahib, said Radja, you see those caverns far away in the mountains to the east and west ? these are home to some worms, big ones, ever hungry and looking for prey..." a discussion quickly erupted "we should go on rocky ground then and follow the top of the hills" - "we would be sitting duck then, everyone could see us" - "but then again we would be able to see our surroundings" - "going between the hills would hide us from enemy eyes" - "and we would be blind as well, and easier to catch for the worms" finally all opted to go the route on top of the hills. the complete day passed by without bigger incident. around late afternoon the mount Range was clearly recognisable in front of them and Ikaya suddenly did not seemed far at all any more. it was only at nightfall that a new discussion started. the guides warned them that they were now in great danger, Ikaya wasn't far away and lots of barbarian tribes were settling in the surrounding area, surely a fire would attract the attention of unwelcomed guests. nobody in the group was really hot on spending a night without fire and several ideas were proposed. after dismissing the igloo as too time consuming all decided to build up the tents on the sleds themselves and huggle together with each others and the dogs. But Alast remembered the baknar oil vial. now would be the perfect moment to use its cold blocking effects. he was about to open the vial when Hassan hastily stopped him movement. "don't open it. in any circumstances. this is baknar oil, worms, eat baknars..... in simple words: the smell of the baknar oil would attract the worms. they could swallow our encampment in a few gulps."

Luckily for them the night wasn't as cold as expected and all could start the next morning. they were gaining distance to Ikaya and everything was running smooth. no enemies in sight, the air was clear and crisp. Hassan turned back an announced proudly "we should arrive in Ikaya by tonight and then..." he would not be able to finish his sentence as words got stuck in his hals. missing the first sled by a few meters, a gigantic mouth full of teeth and fangs just swallowed all the dogs from the second sled as a huge worm errupted perpendicularly out of the ground. Alast had no time to react and the vehicle crashed against the partially discovered body of the upright standing worm. in a rain of snow, wooden debris, ropes and teared packages he got thrown far away to the right side. Lightning had bigger chance and the impact just made him roll to the left. Surprised horror over their face, they watched as the beast plunged towards Alast. Again Hassan showed his great conducting skills and quickly turned the dogs to the right, Erleothir, on the last sled quickly ordered to rush to Lighting at the right, in their attempt to catch him they almost drove him over, but more scared than harmed he managed to jump on the bypassing sled. Alast on his side was still alone facing the giant beast, his shadaki senses warned him accurately and he quickly jumped to the side as the beast reached for him . A gun shot cracked, it was Gustavius' rifle, but throwing pebbles would had the same results. As Alast was preparing himself for a second attack of the beast, his life almost defiled in front of his eyes, backwards. the events of the last evening. "baknar oil attract worms" was echoing through his mind. as the saliva dripping teeth were hovering dangerously 2 meters over him he grabbed for one of his fials of baknar oil. time seemed to suddenly slow down and the yelling of his friends suddenly grown silent. the bright sunlight shun through the yellowish fluid as he tossed the bottle as far away from him and the sleds as he could while making a daring escape toward his friends. the bottle shattered on hitting the ground. the sickly odour filled the air. and while the worm was still analysing this sudden appearance of baknar and rushing towards the source, our pirate was safely aboard one of the sleds driving away at full speed...

their adrenaline level slowly sinking they assessed the damage, things could have been much worse, but they could also be better, while everyone was safe, they had lost three dogs and one sled complete with provisions. now driving side by side Gustavius was starting to point out a weakness in their plan. "So Erleorhir, tell me, what do we do once we arrive in Ikaya in a few hours. do we just knock at the main gate..." - "and say 'hello we're the peace envoys from Sommerlund'" added Mulchanor - "'and we just happened to kill two of your scouts and their kids on the way here...'" finished Alast. Griselda rolled her eyes at the childish behavior of the group while Erleothir frowned. after a brief pause he shook his head and started "well, since..." - "sahib, there's someone on the road."

They stopped hastily the two last sleds preparing themselves for another battle but the man in from of them looked more like a rag. uncertain about what to do they started to conference about attacking or not while Griselda was already taking her spear in an attacking movement. The man felt in the snow. Only the wind could be heard between the two hundreds meters separating them. Slashing the dogs Hassan and Radja covered the last meters separating them till they reached him. Instinctively our heroes took defensive positions around him, Mulchanor took one of the laumpsur potion to cure the barbarian. He was hurt but alive due to them. Slowly he recovered senses and started to talk.
- Thanks... Thanks you stranger... I am Aliki counselor to the brumalmarc... or should i say ex-counselor.
- what do you mean with ex counselor, what happened to you ?
the wounded man continued,
- i've been sent away by the guards, they hunted me down and i had to flee out of the city. the brumalmarc, my old friend, isn't himself anymore. friends are turning enemies and this since the recent arrival of that new ... emissary.
- emissary ? you have seen the kai-lord ?
- Kai-lord,... the old man frowned. yes indeed but he is not the emissary. he was *with* the emissary, him and and some merchant. At first everything seemed as usual negociations, I was uncertain about one of their foreign emissaries and I talked about him to the brumalmarc before he had a private meeting with them alone. When the meeting ended the brumalmarc came back alone and told us to put them in the dungeons. I tried to interfere as this is not the way to treat emissaries... but he would listen. We came in, me and some soldiers, to find the suspecious emissary dead, Kilitanin and Dark raven unconscious. The two guards and the two other emissaries also dead. After my constant questioning about what happened and the craziness of getting our allies in prison he banished me. Some of us are against his will, but as a brumalmarc, we'll all follow him. Except now.
I won't attack him, nor our man... but I have to flee...
- Will you attack him with us? Said Mulchanor
-Never! I will never attack him. We, ice people, are barbarians for you. But we are people of peace. We just follow orders. Of o mad man. Some thing happened to him maybe you can find out...
-Yes! But how will we enter? Can we attack them said Griselda?
Alki looked at her smiling, and replied:
- Ikaya is a magical fortress with more than five thousands soldiers ready to die serving the Brumalmarc. I would use other ways if I were you...
After this, our heroes were listening to him attentively. Even without his company in this mission. But he provided them an important piece of information.
- On the right side of Ikaya there is a mill. behind it you'll find a grotto with a secret entrance to the fortress. And take this as a gift and luck-bringer. he added and pulled out an amulet out of his clothes. this should help you on your quest. Barbarians will recognize this symbol. All the company took the sleds to the fortress. After this they all silently covered the last kilometers to the fortress. Night felt upon them, behind the hill, hidden from Ikaya's eyes they waited for someone to uncover its secrets...

Blood for oil

11 October 5000

As Gustavius, Erleothir and Alast were outside in the empty streets of Ljuk looking for the the sound Gustavius heard. Tumbling out of the tavern Erleothir was the first notice the strange moaning coming from a distant alley. Lightning was already sleeping in Ishir's temple not noticing the world around him. Running toward the sound Erleothir managed to get nearer to the source of those animal sounds while Gustavius was managing to get closer to him announcing his coming mixing Drodarin and Northern language in a fully drunk speech. Alast was following Erleothir, checking the surrounding streets, willing to surround the beast. As Erleothir came to the corner of the Temple of Ishir he got straight in the alley under the cover of the shadow against the cold stone wall. He didn't saw the Baknar but it didn't neither. Luckily for the young knight aspirant the Baknar was eating the remains of a man. Probably the responsible for the noise that Gustavius heard before. When Erleothir brilliantly checked the alley he saw the beast. Going back slowly to the opposite side of the corner he halted Gustavius and Alast. At the tavern, none moved. They were too afraid to go outside. Afraid or sleeping. In between the snoring Mulchanor unleashed his bowels. Sleeping the supposed disease hit him. Griselda was still taking care of herself, not aware of the dangers lurking nearby.


* Ljuk city - with kinder buildings

The Baknar caught the smell of the heroes and charged. A quick glance back showed a frail pirate and a drunk Dwarf to Erleothir. He jumped in front of the beast slashing it with his sword, Gustavius prepared his new rifle while Alast fled. The beast wounded Erleothir who didn't fall back and fought bravely. Gustavius shot the wall behind the head of the Baknar, he probably was aiming at the second beast he was hallucinating about. The missed shot made Mulchanor awoke. Sadly he realized that his body released more than he should. But with a terrible headache and a strange walk he ran down the stair screaming.
- To arms! To arms!
Griselda couldn't know as she was slowly falling into sleep. Lightning was already deep in it. Erleothir was one more time deeply wounded by the amazing beast whose color was white blooded now. But Ishir protect her servants and the strike aimed to Erleothir head ended with the claws struck into his shield, breaking the paw and the arm in the demolishing strike. Mechanically the knight broadsword entered deeply the beast. Alast, seeing the battle turning into their advantage, screamed back to Mulchanor:
- Get the Telchos we need help down the alley!
He ran back to the fight, but using a side by street while Mulchanor came in the Inn
- Griselda, we need to fight! Wake up! Where are you?
This time the Telchos awoke from her torpor, ready to fight. The killing machine was up and running the stairs again. One more blow sent Erleothir back, his armor damaged and his blood spilling. Gustavius took his axe and jumped blindly into the beast;
FOR BBBOOOOOORRRRRRRRR!
And sliced down the shoulder beast. Gracefully he managed to fall back with his axe in his hands. Not realizing which he managed to accomplish. An act of bravery or foolishness. Alast was now right behind the beast he planted his rapiere into the Baknar's back. Deeping it all till the beast scream was covered by the blood in his mouth. The beast fought now for his life. Mulchanor, who arrived in between, was setting in position to fire, waiting for a clear shot. Griselda came slowly, not willing to reopen her wound. Turning back to Alast, the Baknar mouth grabbed him, Alast couldn't move anymore. Attemtping another devastating strike, Gustavius stuck his axe into the wall of the building, he clearly missed the real animal. Mulchanor didn't hesitate and shot. The bullet struck the beast whom turned now to Erleothir who charged with his shield and stroke another blow with his sword. Nothing happened to the enormous beast. Erleothir sword flew behind him on the impact. But it didn't miss and hurt the stoic Erleothir. Gustavius managed to remove his axe from the wall and hit it fully this time, the beast turned away, falling in front of Alast who plunged his rapiere in his left eye. Griselda caught the sword on the floor, threw it twirling to Erleothir, who grabbed it on the fly, striking using the momentum and finishing the beast in the same movement.

All were now around the fallen animal in silence. It was like it never existed. The peaceful city didn't seem to have seen that such animal were in their walls. How could this beast could have entered the city? Still in shock of the harsh reallity of a combat with a more impressive fighter than a giak they just noticed a thin man around them when he spoke:
- I give you fifty gold pieces for it! Here the deal is closed!
Reality fell on our heroes and they spoke their mind immediately/
- Wait a minute....
- No, no no,no! We slew it!
- It's worth more than that!
- You must be kidding me, it cost much more than that!
- F**K YOU!

The last sentence from Alast silenced all of them.
- Who are you to insult me young man! This is not going to stay like this! You don't know who I am !
The strange character went away as fast as he came after the fight.
Voices of disapprobation were all against the poor socially disabled pirate, as he realized he just used the wrong words at the wrong moment, once again. Mulchanor couldn't handle more of this and punched him where any man will bow, whatever his strength. Out of pain he felt. Before the situation could go worse or be solved, the little thin man came with a surprised Rimaroh and his guards. Amazed by the baknar carcass he and his man waited patiently when the man talked.
- Here captain, those are the fellow who insulted me. And here, this one, offended my honor while I was trying to get them a good deal! I request, no, I demand reparation from this disregardful treatment! I am an honest merchant, and very rich, I am not a vulgar commoner!
- Justice will be provided Lord Mora, let us do our work here.
- All right my Captain.
As the captain gathered the company around him Roma was taking the Baknar with the help of his men. Our heroes tried to stop it but Rimaroh was inflexible.

-Leave it my friends... You killed an amazing beast, deed of true heroes, unfortunately you managed to insult and anger Roma, he is a fair merchant and a very rich one.

The company tried to talk with Rimaroh, but he had no time to discuss it openly with all of them. He called aside his protege.

- Erleothir, he owns the second richest merchant house in Ljuk. The direct concurrent of Kilithanin. I managed to calm him down but he is asking for reparation of his affront. He is an honest man, if you pay now, he will calm down. Don't make me use force when we'll both need it in the time ahead. Erleothir called Alast explaining him the situation. A clear disappointment was visible on his face, but he knew he had no choice. He didn't lost 50 gold pieces, he managed to save himself from a bigger problem. Said Rimaroh. I thanks you and your companions again young lad, you saved the life of many, tonight. While interrupting him Mulchanor asked an important question:

- But how did they came in?
- The fire around the city were extinguished in one place, this is not a normal situation.. It allowed them to pass by, they would never go in otherwise. Their are too afraid of the fire.
- Indeed? Good to know, said a more lucid Mulchanor.

While Griselda inspected the surrounding, Mulchanor checked the corpse, he found a broken gun and some gold. Little consolation after losing a dead baknar to a cunning merchant. He kept all for himself, leaving the dead to the city guards to take care. Rimaroh took his leave offering his help through the Kai Lords healing in their temple. Surely a gift for the trouble our heroes spared to them. All of them were going there. Erleothir requested a temple servant to seek for Lightning. He had a difficult time convincing to join the party, but he did. In the Kai temple a few hours of rest made them recover from some of their wounds and receive the healing of the Kai Masters. They also got the opportunity to clean themselves from the strange disease they suffered now, except Lightning.

Now that they were all together again, they realized they had a difficulty to stay a full night awake. Many nights something kept them arguing or doing something unexpected. Tonight the discussion was about what was happening to them and why it wasn't happening any more to Lightning. Gustavius exchanged some accomplices looks with Erleothir and Griselda, while Alast was afraid to be punched again if he would say the wrong thing. Some of them wanted to go outside and check for the baknar roars outside. Mulchanor was interrogating Lightning whom claimed his innocence and complete unawareness of what could be happening to him or them, when this got to dangerous for him, he left, completely ignoring the cries of a second Baknar coming from outside. He opened the door wide open and start to walk back to the Ishir's rest place noticing the huge best coming at him, wounded but alive and hungry. But he wanted above all to go back to the temple and ignored the beast.

Mulchanor who was right behind him to bring him at any cost inside kept his cold blood, aimed at the running wounded animal, waited for a clear shot and blew his head. The Baknar felt on the cold stone now soaked in hot blood. Mulchanor smiled. What a night full of surprise! This time they were smarter and Mulchanor, Griselda and Gustavius got the dead animal directly to Kilithanin. They banged his door several times even when he was sending them away. Only the appeal of a good trade made him coming down.
- Master Frist, we have here a full baknar for you!
- A what? Oh by all the gods! I'll give you 30 gold pieces for it!
- Never! They said. It's worth much more!
- The Mora Trading house wanted to give us 60 gold pieces for this
- All right 40 gold pieces! Take it or leave it!
Gustavius and the others, remembering their last meeting played now a different theater.
- We could say you killed it...
- There is no way that... What? You mean I could say, I killed it?
- Sure, but... it will cost you... we need money and what can you offer more for us?
- I'll give you 10 gold pieces each, and a snow visor each!
- What? That's all?
- All right, 15 gold pieces and a snow visor each!
Jumping on the wagon Mulchanor added:
- We can give you the gun who killed it... it's completely destroyed but you can make a truthful story with it. He smiled.
In the background Griselda also heard the penny dropping and looked at Frist in a way the women would adore him for such a heroic deed...
- All right! Deal ! I'll make sure the dogs, sleds, and equipment will be unloaded from the ship, you'll have two guides and what you'll need to get alive to Ikaya, but I'll need your word on that you'll keep your mouth shut!
- We can do that, they replied, smiling brightly.
- Ok, Men, take my trophy inside and you be ready tomorrow at the city gate. 6 in the morning, sharp! Good! See you tomorrow then he said slamming the door in their faces.
Meanwhile Erleothir went to the Ishir temple. He waited and knocked time enough to get washed by a bucked of clean water but kept insisting. Finally he went wet and back to the Kai temple without an audience with Lightning.The dwarves decided to stay within the Kilithanin house, while Lightning was sleeping in the temple of Ishir and Erleothir and Alast stayed with the Kais. All knew what they needed to do, and they all managed to forget to wake up. Once again. They enjoyed the few hours of sleep they still had till Frist came to the Monastery. First very respectuous with all the Kais presents but when he entered the room where they were gathered, the tiny man proved to have a powerful voice:
- WAKE UP! WHAT DID WE PLANNED? 6 IN THE MORNING, SHARP!
Another door slamming, he was leaving them. Feeling stupid for their lack of planning they ran after him, taking all that they had. Not even having time to thanks the amused Kai lords whom looked at them like they were young Kai novices. Only the port was busy, the city was still sleeping, even the Baknar blood was cleaned from the stones. None would said a fierce battle occurred here hours ago. But now they didn't have so much time to appreciate Ljuk site seeing, and they arrived at the door, outside the city with the benevolent and curious look of the towers guards. Frist gave his last orders to Hassan and his sister Radja, they had to get to Ikaya with them, wait for them a couple of days and come back with the dogs. And the company if they could make it. So much for a deal, but it was fair enough.

Hassan and Radja were preparing most of the travel as good guides they were. Meanwhile all of the heroes were covering themselves under heavy fur and protective gears. Mulchanor release all that he could found in his bowels in the snow. The guards cursed far away. It would surely bring some animals around. And not only the little defenseless ones. After a brief introduction of the two guides, Frist disappeared as fast as the head knot which served as an introduction for the guides. They provided the company with a map and two choices:
A longer but easier and quiet route - if it wasn't right in the middle of the Ice Barbarians forces being gathered somewhere in the Hrod Basin and a longer and more difficult one where only nature will fight them back. The first one would take six days and the second seven. They all agreed on taking the one which avoided the Barbarian forces. They all jumped in the sleds, following the guides indications. Hassan was leading the road to the Vlad Glacier. All The way, with Griselda at his side. Gustavius took place on the back of this first sled. Right in the other behind, Alast would lead the sled after being taught some commands for the dogs. The vassagonians were trusting him with their highest value in the snow: their faithful dogs. Lightning was behind him, at the other extreme of the sled. Closing the march Radja was conducing the dogs, side by side with Erleothir. Mulchanor would close the procession, secretly hoping to find something to shot at. The day passed by with an empty horizon were they were heading for. But the snow is a treacherous foe and without warning nor expectation the white hell unleashed is power over them.

- BLIZZARD! BLIZZARD! Don't go away from the sleds! Said Hassan.

In a rapid movement the two guides gathered the dogs around Alast sled. The wind was blowing stronger now, creating whirlpools of cutting snow in every directions. Confusion could be seen in our heroes faces as they fell due to the winds, standing up to grip with all their strength whatever which could tear them from the frozen death. Erleothir wasn't so lucky and fell, pushed away by the wind. He panicked and ran with no direction till he stood in the middle of the storm. He knew he would have to run in the right direction, otherwise only lady death will grasp him.

- ER...
- ..... TH...
- ....O....IR
- .... O....

The wind played him, he heard them at a arm distance many time, never being sure of it. Long minutes he waited for the right sounds, while his companion burned their lungs screaming over the deadly wind. Only Lightning was protecting his voice, lost in his thoughts, praying for
Erleothir to an unknown god. Probably. Blasting from his left side a loud and noticeable,

- ERLEOTHIR! OVER HERE!

Caught his attention. Mulchanor voice defeated the wind for a brief instant, saving the Knight-Aspirant life. As he jumped over the sleds to the protected area behind it, the arms of his companions welcomed him. They spent the night together, shoulder against shoulder, keeping any heat they could in their company. The night passed slowly. The sun silenced the wind with his rays of lights, awaking them to a new day. None died this night. They were tired but alive. They gave half a day to the Tundra to save their lives. Now the sun was climbing higher in the sky. They still have many kilometers to cover till the safety of the enemy fortress. Facing death only to find an uncertain destiny.











And now, for the Gaming role play bonus:
Erleothir: 1 Xp for being used to kick ass, 100 Xp for the epic first baknar,
Griselda: 75 Xp for using Erleothir as a hammer of destruction, 65 Xp for the overall Griselda limping, 25 XP for the sword trowing with efficiency (if it was Erleothir he would have back stabbed you), 25 xp more for catching it with a 20 (playing then as Erleothir), 100 Xp for the epic first baknar, 25 xo for trying to bring Lightning out of bed, 100 Xp for the nice trade with Frist, 50 Xp for screaming for Erleothir life,
Mulchanor: 80 Xp for the screams and idea (sorry about the scream Lightning), 100 Xp for the epic first baknar, 15 Xp for kicking Alast in the nuts AND at the right moment, 100xp for killing a Baknar all by himself, 125 xp for trading a destroyed gun and a Baknar carcass for sleds and a full pack of goodies, 100 Xp for the nice trade with Frist, 50 Xp for screaming for Erleothir life,
Gustavius, 80 XP for the in game drunkness and epic jump, 100 Xp for the epic first baknar, 25 xp for questioning how the baknar could got in, 100 Xp for the nice trade with Frist, 75 Xp for screaming for Erleothir life, 100 Xp for proof reading and History checking,
Alast: 70 XP for the Sneak attack of a huge beast and nice gathering of the troops for battle, 100 Xp for the epic first baknar, 50 xp for playing the pirate all along, 25 xp for being punched in the nuts (I know it hurts), 50 Xp for screaming for Erleothir life,
Lightning, 65 Xp for sleeping and returning to the temple not dying due to Mulchanor kick ass shoot, 1 Xp for sleeping while his companions were making a "make a wish" night to the Baknar, 25 xp for trying to stay in bed against Christelle's will (Erleothir, sorry), 1 Xp for being a baknar bate, 24 Xp for not knowing it, 25 xp for trying to find an alternative way out for Erleothir life,

Best Role Play Award 7th May session goes to...

This time we have two winners!

Both often play with their guns spreading death and desolation all around. They have many times been essential elements at battles' turning points, other times smart and inventive...
The dwarves!
Mulchanor and Gustavius got a 50 Xp bonus each this time: congrats!

And no Mulchanor, it's not 100 Xp each - even after a great damage dealing session =)