>>5996456In the deep of winter with Snow smothering the Baersonling Capital of Urslo the silence of the world was broken by the sounds of heavy work, Trees being felled and shouting over the construction of a great many longboats. Some of them were of strange shapes meant for large creatures the Sorcerer might have seen before.
The current Jarl of the city had been somewhat uneasy with another sorcerer in town in addition to all the other hosts currently living in his lands, recruiting his young men and goring themselves in vast quantities of southern wine and ale. But that was of little importance for now. Finding the other sorcerer on the other hand was important. There had been portents and signs but their meaning had been unclear and vague, a second opinion was needed to interpret the will of the gods.
His wanderings were interrupted by the sounds of fighting, dying men and cheering from an encampment just over a small hill. The stench of blood and brass was thick in the air and steadily getting thicker. It had been so thick in fact that it almost silenced the sound of hooves and armored men coming up on him from behind.
Narvochs throng of thralls and Chaos Warrios he kept with him as bodyguards immediatly turned to face the challenger who wwere riding high atop black steeds. Their leader was a man alsmost the size of an Oger though only marginally slimmer due to the thick steel armor he was wearing. Bloodlust, kept in check through discipline radiated from the newcomer as he regarded the sorcerer and his men. a small entourage of men followed the riders and seemed unassuming though radiating blessings and curses from the Gods.
One of the riders came forward "My Master. Zar Mulrog Kul, the Cruel wishes to know what you are doing at his encampment sorcerer." the man proclaimed, inquiring about the sorcers name and aim.
When it became clear that he was searching for the Sorcerer Sarrick Mulrog nodded and dismounted swiftly. The fresh Pelt of a massive Skinwolf was packed into a package ready to be turned into a new cloak. The Beasts Skull dangeled on a chain nearl Mulrogs Belt and showed clear signs of a swift decapitation.
"If you seek Sarrick then he and his encamptment are over on the next hill. But anyone in town could have told you that. This must have been ordained by the Gods. So i invite you to spectate the choosing and talk. I have a feeling our goals might align." the massive Warlord insisted, ushering the Sorcerer and escort into his camp.
