We had indeed reached a fort belonging to the lord Hong. A man named Manzo, seemingly the foreman of the fort, greeted us. He was a pudgy man, clearly graced with the traits of the wealthy. His soldiers looked anything but. While Manzo seemed unwilling to trade, the soldiers didn’t seem to agree with him. Fang convinced him to at least invite her in, so they could talk it over properly. Myself, Harkon, and Temür went out for some hunting how ever, Harkon having seen that these lands would be good for hunting. Dyvim went to barter for some food or water, I believe. Not that I knew what he had to barter with, but he tends to do well enough in these situations either way.
I went with Temür, while Harkon went on his own. Temür was more interested in foxes then anything else, so we traveled for quite a bit into the forrest. Until we spotted a few cubs near a burrow. I picked on movement nearby, one set that seemed to be the fox, and one set that seemed to be something slightly bigger. Temür meant that the bigger would probably run away, so we focused on the foxes. He went for the cubs, while I went for a crazy shot, to take down the fox mother. After the first shot, the fox ran towards me. Vision was still obscured, so I waited until the fox was much closer before I fired. I hit, but it didn’t seem to hinder it much. It started biting at my legs. I used the bow to slam into it’s mouth, skipped back and took aim. However, in the heat of battle I forgot one crucial thing… (“What was that?”, Ralph looked as if racking his brain. “I’m getting to that.”, Leesa chuckled.) I forgot that the bow wasn’t of very good quality, and I had also forgotten to care for it properly. So I stretched the thing more then I should have, and it snapped, slapping me on the nose. The fox tried to bite me again, at which point I slammed down on it’s jaw, with my open hand. Temür swiftly kicked the neck of the fox, snapping it.
After which, Temür and I had a brief discussion of how we would divide the ‘loot’. We finally agreed that I’d get the pelts of the cubs, and he would get the pelt of the adult fox. Un the way back to the fort, Temür informed of what he would do with his share. He asked me as a point of reference, if I would ‘do’ him for a fox pelt. I didn’t even know how to answer that. (Ralph and Bo falls to the ground laughing. “Some men can be so simple, can’t they?”, Linda says while punching both Ralph and Bo in the head. “In retrospect, he wasn’t as terrible as I might make him out to be.”, Leesa said, ignoring the violence. “He did respect mine and Dyvims marriage… I so much that he realized that he thought he needed both of our permissions, or something.”. Ralph was lost in thought for a few seconds, looking over Leesa, and stroking his bruised head. “Maybe he just figured that it would be rude to exclude Dyvim, and that it would be worth it to do you. One couldn’t deny that you are beau—” Leesas face blossoms up like a tomato. Bo and Linda covers Ralphs’ mouth before he can finish, and punches him on the head again. “Ehum… Where was I?”, Leesa says, still blushing. “You were heading back to the fort, I believe!”, Linda quickly replies.)
We returned to the boat the unload our spoils. The local guards were starting to look a bit disorganized. They were underpaid, and their supplies was thinning out. Harkon geared up, just incase. We skinned the foxes, and plucked the birds, and then we went down to the beach in order to cook the food Harkon caught earlier, and our current catches. The smell attracted some unwanted attention. The officers at the fort, had to work hard to keep their men in line. Dyvim joined us after a while. Apparently, he was up to something. We weren’t told any details, but he went to speak to lord Fang, as soon as she emerged. Lord Fang disappeared as quickly as she appeared. And myself and Harkon was told to gear up, and stand guard outside the main door. It wasn’t long before there was noise from inside, by then Dyvim had joined us. Someone was… falling down the starts, by the sounds of things. And burst out, with a spear in hand. Dyvim spoke, telling him to stand down. However the man did not listen. He tried to attack Dyvim, Harkon responded by stabbing the man. I put my spear to his throat, and told him to stand down, in a hope to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. Harkon, on the other hand, elected to stab him yet again.
The rebellion, that we apparently aided, was over before we knew it. Lord Fang came out, slightly less decked out then when she went in. And before long we where back on the boat, sailing down the river. We sailed down the river for some time, until the horizon started to darken. I was on the inside, so I didn’t see it. But I think we could all feel it. If it was the terror that we knew was to come, or if it was actually thick enough to affect us this far out, is hard to tell. I started counting the days, since Calibration, I was late. (“Late?”, Ralph looked confused. Linda was about to strike him, but stopped himself. “How many days?”, Leesa looked down as Linda asked her. “A few days at least.”, Leesa looked up towards the night sky. “At first I panicked, hiding it of course. However, when my sanity returned… Well, what I had left, perhaps. I realized that my encounters in Great Forks may well have made it late.”, Leesa shook her head. “Yeah, I chose to not believe such wishful thinking, at the time, however.”).
We traveled for one or two days. Past ruins of what ones was villages. (“R-ruins?”, Bo was trying his to hide his shaking. “Yes, I still remember the dread I was felt going past here.”, Leesa paused to see if anyone had anything to say, but she was only met with terrified and anticipating eyes.). We stopped at a shore, looking over a village that was called Shamshir’s Hollow. The place looked deserted. Harkon and Renzo went to investigate, possible supplies. Renzo returned before long, with supplies and a child. While the others were busy packing, I took care of the child. But I will admit, she was creepy, and kind of looked like death, no pun intended. Her skin was pale, much like her hair. Harkon returned late at night he had that look in his face. (“Look?”, Linda looked confused. “The Dragonblooded face, that I told you about.”, Leesa replied.) I don’t know what happened in the village, but to return with that look, I may not even want to know. Then again, Harkon is Harkon. That might just be his normal face, just that we’ve seen much more, due to the horrendous conditions we’ve been in. Hard to know with that man. We went to sleep. The child, Sunflower, was offered to sleep in the more comfortable lodgings, with the priests, but she chose to stay with me. So I did my best to keep her warm, and sang her a lullaby, until she fell asleep.
Morning broke. We went up. And as we started to sail towards the Shadow Lands, I took my position as lookout, I was determined to use my eyes to help keep this ship safe, if that was even possible…