The Jewelspider Chronicles

Written By: Stephen Dove

This page details session logs from our weekly game (click the links below for the other pages).

Session 2       Session 3      Session 4

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The game began 22/09/2013. The brief that I gave to the group is that they would be a disparate group of relative strangers who would start in Ulric’s Tower, in the Jewelspider Woods, and would be sent on a task that this Sorceror would set as ‘payment’ for some service that each of the group had requested of him.

We started with the following characters: Notice that none of them is particularly mundane in background. This was quite deliberate, as none of this group had ever played Dragon Warriors before and I wanted them to get a feel for the game straight away. Note also that around session 4, we actually started using the rules from LORE RPG, as we feel they are a much better fit for worlds like Legend.

Dramatis Personae

(for detailed Character Bios, click the link on each name)

Sir Malvol de Gard (played by Jon Reece)

Sir Malvol was a Knight, once of Albion, though he had forsaken his lands after the death of his mother; of his father he would never speak. Malvol was recently returned from Outremer; tired of the compromises and dishonour he found amongst his own Brother Knights and grudgingly admiring the nobility of his foes, the Ta’ashim. He had come to Ulric’s tower bearing a silver blade that he had won in the desert and that he believed was eldritch. He had searched for many months for Lord Ulric’s hold, until he befriended the charcoal burners, who told him the secret; that one must wait until the full moon and then follow the shining thread through the forest, until it vanished into a sheer cliff. He discovered that by moonlight he could pass through the cliff and into the Fey realm beyond, for Lord Ulric had bargained with Cernas himself, and had raised his tower inside a Fey realm, safe from mortal eyes. Now the impatient knight had been made to wait many days whilst the Mages examined his blade, in all likelihood coveting its magic for themselves.

Jasper (played by Connor Gadsby)

Jasper was tall gangly beanpole of a man; one of Ulric’s many apprentices. For most of his life he’d been treated as a menial dogsbody and so had that air of self-importance that only the truly impotent can ever affect. He looked down his nose at the rest of the ‘mundales’ and everyone else for that matter, though the younger apprentices seemed to love to mock him and steal his things. He had been the son of simple serfs; the runt of the litter, and unloved by his parents for his fastidious nature, interest in book-learning and physical frailty. But most of all because he claimed to hear strange voices that sung unearthly songs in the dead of night where normal folk heard silence. He had even seen and spoken with the dead, learning from them secrets that no normal boy could have known. It was a mercy for that simple family when Ulric came by one day, in the guise of a simple peddler, and bought the boy from them to be his apprentice. Jasper certainly felt no remorse at leaving his ‘home’ behind forever.

Maelee (played by Laura Breakspear)

Maelee pretended to be a simple Camelot; a seller of false relics and charms, who used to ply her wares the length and breadth of Ellesland. Yet some lilt of her accent betrayed a more courtly upbringing; perhaps hinting at darker secrets. One day, whilst performing as a  jongleur, she told a tale about the ‘Horned One’ at a woodland Fayre; a tale that angered The King of Summer. And so he set a trap for her, hedging her round with his magics, until she was finally brought into his Fey Realm; there to be his plaything for an eternity. Thirty years she cavorted in the endless revels, though she aged not a day. She eventually escaped, only to find that even this was a trick; for to step one foot onto mortal soil would be to age in an instant and die. Determined to foil the Summer King she found her way through the Gloamings, to Ulric’s hold and he cured her aging with a potion and also removed most of the Fey blandishments from her. His true purpose in doing this was soon to become clear, but at any rate she now cast no shadow and could see enchantments and the unseen world of the dweomer as well as humans can see the waking world, though it brought her little joy.

Sven-Osric of Clyster (Played by Thai Gadsby)

Sven was a Harbinger; one who had broken faith with his clan. Posing as ‘Osric of Clyster’ he had been playing the part of a dyer, when he spotted a mob chasing a child through the backstreets of the port, and on a whim decided to save the lad. It later emerged that strange things happened whenever the boy was around; that he was in fact a latent sorceror. Sven turned this to his advantage when one of his old clan turned up looking for him in Clyster, and decided to use the boy as a pawn to gain a hiding place, rather than face his old employers. He skipped off to the Jewelspider Wood following rumours of a great mage who lived there. He eventually wrung the same advice as Sir Malvol from the charcoal burners and came to the tower, whereupon it was discovered that boy already bore the mage’s mark of Mrykyn the Necromancer; and was thus his property under the Sorcerors’ code.

Danee (played by David Price)

Danee was one of Ulric’s most trusted men; and one with the strangest of histories. ‘Killed’ in his first battle, high up in Thuland, he had recovered from apparently fatal wounds, but been driven from his village for being ‘unnatural’ by his former friends and kinsmen. He had wandered the world for many years, outcast and alone, until he heeded a strange dream and stumbled upon Ulric’s tower, and there discovered his true warlock’s heritage. Now he was one of Ulric’s sworn men and most trusted Captains.

Carroe (played by Mike Guest)

Carroe was once a cutpurse and villein, but was caught and offered a choice of death or the King’s Army; he choose the army and marched north to fight the Thulanders. There he met and became great friends with Tancred De Toyne, who at that time was the King’s Champion. When Carroe later fell from grace, the Archbishop of Cantorbridge, Matthew Beckett saved Carroe; mostly to worm his way back into favour at court, knowing of Carroe’s friendship with Tancred De Toyne. The move failed, when De Toyne was killed in mysterious circumstances at Maunderlak Castle. Beckett then began to use Carroe as his personal emissary and ‘hound’; rooting out heresy and anathemas where-ever they were to be found. But not even Beckett suspected Carroe’s true nature after his investigation of a ‘source of healing’ under the ruins of an old Abbey…..

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Session 1; Part 1        The Tower of Ulric

 Winter 950 AS

The Company were lounging in Lord Ulric’s drafty guests’ quarters; each there for his own purposes. Whilst the Company cooled their heels in Ulric’s chambers, Jasper went up at Sir Malvol’s bidding, for the Knight was impatient to know what secrets the mages had divined from his blade, and was afraid they intended to cheat him of it. Jasper greeted his master to find the mage in council with the other four Mages who comprised the Coven of Jewelspider Wood. These Mages, through long habit, were arguing over said sword, though the others soon withdrew at Jasper’s approach and left Ulric to deal with his beanpole apprentice. Ulric though, was not interested in questions, and instead ordered his gangly servitor to bring him some jam and a raspberry tart; and also to send up ‘Osric’.

Once Osric was standing before him, Ulric began eating the tart and proceeded to relate how the boy Osric had found could not stay in the tower; telling him of the mages’ mark he had found and that it made him Myrkyn’s property. Whilst the Harbinger digested this, Ulric then said that in order to trust him he would require his oath; when Osric was reluctant, Ulric showed him a vision of two men from Osric’s past in his magical mirror; they were close by and seeking him in Jewelspider Wood. ‘I cannot protect those I cannot trust Harbinger’ said the Mage, though Osric had never told Ulric of his true profession. This was little then for the assassin to do but swear, and he did so, placing his hands upon an ‘Oath Stone’ and promising ‘Not to bring harm to Ulric nor his followers, nor to sit idly by if harm comes to them, but to defend them against all foes, known and unknown’. Once this was done, the assassin saw a sword floating above his head, point down, in Ulric’s mirror; though there was no sign of this spell in the empty air above his head. Ulric then gave Osric an ‘elf’s arrow’ pendant to wear, so that he could enter the faerie realm where the Tower resided whenever the moon was full, without needing to ask permission. Osric thanked Ulric then; albeit with threats of vengeance boiling in his brain. The mage just smiled benignly…..

The Task Is Set

This done, then Ulric told Osric that he had a task for him; that he was to help Jasper in taking the boy to Mrykyn the Necromancer’s hold, far to the east, there to deliver the lad into his new master’s safe keeping. But that was not the mage’s full purpose; for what Ulric truly wanted was an elf horse, lost to Mrykyn in a wager long ago, but still coveted by Ulric and living in the old Necromancer’s stables. This task Osric agreed to, though it must be said that he did so with little relish for he knew at once that something was wrong. Jasper too was worried for he knew that Mrykyn had trusted no living man for many years now, so why should he take on an apprentice, and when had he left his fortress to find one? Jasper’s fears were confirmed when his Master bade him to take Malvol; rightly fearing that the Mages secretly hoped to be rid of the troublesome Knight, so that they could lay lawful claim to his sword. That and possibly also ridding them of himself; for many apprentices had failed to return home from similar tasks and it was with a sinking feeling that Jasper realised that he was being tested. It was therefore with even more trepidation that he was told that the only person who the horse would bear on its back was Maelee; clothed still as she was in faerie glamour. Jasper was now tempted into a face-palm, one which fortunately Ulric pretended not to notice. The mage followed this up by asking Jasper to bring him any gooseberry pies that he espied cooling on window ledges as he passed by. Jasper could have screamed…………

Back down in the common room, word of Jasper’s task had spread and one of the other apprentices; a truculent lad by the name of Jacob, had already claimed his bed hollering that ‘Jasper’s going to die! Jasper scolded the heartless boy and then set itching powder in his bed and some small spiders provided by the blind girl Magwyn, should Jacob return in his absence.

Ulric then called for Danee and ordered his captain to keep a close eye on the boy and warned him not to trust Osric over much; but Danee was well pleased at any chance for clean air and good earth under his feet, plus the chance for action.

­­­­­­­Alas it was not so with Malvol, who complained at no audience with Ulric, whom he had still never laid eyes upon during his whole sojourn in the tower. The Knight was even less well pleased to discover the task he’d been given as ‘payment’ for the mages’ examination of his sword. Things would have turned ugly then but the mirror above the fireplace misted over and Ulric’s image appeared there, asking Maelee and Malvol to undertake this task and apologising for any tardiness, albeit with a slight lack of sincerity. Both agreed, though Malvol begged the loan of a blade, to make up for the one in the mages’ charge. Jasper gave him a strange grey blade with an open smirk, but not even the threat of violence could loosen the apprentice’s tongue further on the matter of the weapon’s past and lineage. Malvol, practical as ever, took the blade but vowed to have the truth of it before long.

Ulric then instructed Maelee to bring him the left hand of a suicide who was buried at the highway cross, close to Mrykyn’s castle, and the girl, thankful for all the mage had done for her, agreed without any complaint, though her heart quailed at the thought of entering the waking world once more.

The knight then took charge, ordering stores for the journey to be assembled and soon a heap of them dominated the chamber. Jasper realised that he might have to carry something and rather than risk his bird-like frame, set instead to readying a cart, hitching Daisy the donkey to the traces. A scream from the frozen lake surrounding the tower then reminded Jasper that the moon was full and he ordered The Company to stuff waxed cotton into their ears so that the siren songs of Cernas would not lure them into the lake’s watery bosom; unsurprisingly no-one demurred.

 The Company Sets Out

They set off then, rumbling across the stone bridge, the ever present mist soaking their cloaks in moments. The water to either hand boiled and frothed as if some leviathan beast thrashed beneath the surface. The Company, white faced, all kept their gazes steadfastly forwards, though Maelee could see hideous shapes cavorting in the spray. Just off the bridge they came to a widening tear in the dark air and a single glimmering thread that led the way through, and so they left the faerie world of Ulric and Cernas behind and entered the tangled depths of the Jewelspider Wood.

Earthy scents assaulted their nostrils then; of damp leaves and the musk of the fox. The moon sent shafts of quicksilver threading through the leafless trees to bounce up from the snow and hurt their dark adapted eyes, yet none tarried as they were eager to quit the forest and its dangers, though dawn was not far away.

As they travelled then Jasper revealed something that none had suspected; that Malvol and Osric’s stay in the tower, to them lasting only a few days, had lengthened to a year in this world. Malvol was not pleased, but Osric, thinking of his Harbinger brothers, suddenly smiled. They plodded on for an hour until they came to the edge of the forest and found the bridge washed away.

 The Bridge Toll

Cursing their ill fate, Maelee waded out into the water to test its depth whilst the others fell to arguing about what to do next. The Camelot had only placed one boot in the icy water before she saw a gangral creature hiding under the bridge. It was gnarled like wood and feral and chuckled with glee, but she would have none of it and waded back to the shore, losing her boot in the process.

Jasper then took charge and strode up to the remains of the bridge, challenging the creature in his high pitched voice. The monster, no bigger than a child, appeared atop the ruined central span and mocked him using Jacob’s voice, asking for a toll, whereupon the apprentice lost his temper and flung wizard’s fire at the thing. It disappeared but its chuckles could be heard in the surrounding trees, yet its power was broken for, by the light of Jasper’s eldritch fire had Maelee seen the truth; the bridge was intact but covered by an illusion. She rolled a marble across the bridge to make sure, and the creature stole it with his magic chuckling that ‘payment had been made’ before vanishing.

Unnerved, the company slowly led the cart across, though the illusion still clothed the bridge and so Daisy was not easy to manage; not till Malvol blinkered the poor beast. Once they were across the Knight clapped the apprentice on the shoulder and thanked him for his actions, telling him that ‘he had earned his respect’. Through all of this had Danee crouched over the sleeping boy, sword drawn, and face set fiercely.

 The afflicted

They journeyed on as the predawn light painted the eastern sky in pastel blue, yet flames ahead gave warning of travellers camped on a hill hard by the road, and their hearts misgave them. Osric and Maelee went ahead then. diving off into darkness and sneaking across the sodden turf till they reached the hill, labouring up its slopes hoping none had marked them. At the top they found a gaggle of serfs and peasants; hands joined in a circle around a huge bonfire, chanting gibberish in the midst of a ring of ancient heelstones. Maelee ran back to tell the others, but Osric, spying the travellers’ packs and luggage, saw the chance for some knavery and snuck closer.

It was doubly well that he did, for he soon saw that all within the circle had the pestilence; open sores dotting their desperate faces. There was also a Knight leaning against one of the heelstones, gazing towards the forest, and Osric fled as fast as his legs could carry him.

Hearing Maelee’s description, Jasper ventured that this was some foolish hedge cure for plague being enacted; though he also told the others of its dangers. For this was a ‘Beacon Hill’, where fires were lit in ancient times to call the Fey Lords to account for different purposes, but this was a ‘Hill of Challenge’ where warriors in ancient times, sought death in battle in times of peace rather than dishonourable old age. And Jasper was sure that the Fey would answer just at the moment when dawn was about to become day.

Hearing this Malvol took his sword and a bag of salt and strode up the hill, berating the Knight above for allowing a pagan ceremony to be enacted by any man no matter the cause. Sir Ector sadly replied that local legend foretold that any who leaped through a fire lit on this old hill by dawn’s first light would be cured of the pestilence, but the way he looked at the forest made it clear he knew the truth of what flame kindled on this hill would bring. Then Malvol knew that Ector preferred the clean death of battle to the slow lingering pain of the pestilence, just as the ancients had and in his heart knew he’d choose the same. Malvol asked Ector why he had brought these people here and Ector replied that it was no idea of his but that otherwise the wretches would have gone to Saxton and brought the pestilence there, and he could not allow that.

Cursing Malvol took the salt he had brought and spread it in a circle about the terrified serfs, hoping the old tales his mother had told him were true and exhorting all within not to leave the circle.

The Challenge

At these words, just before the sun’s rim crested the horizon, did a fleet of dark shapes detach themselves from the forest and race towards the hill with the speed of a flock of thunder-bolts. They hurtled up the hill even as Danee and Maelee shouted a warning and sped to aid Malvol. Osric stayed on the cart as Jasper scorned him for his cowardice before the gangly apprentice himself raced to help his companions. Time seemed suspended then and the sun’s fire did not come as if nature itself was caught betwixt night and day for all those on the hill.

The battle was hard and terrible as the shapes resolved themselves into wolves, each as big as a pony; their fur bristling with frost and their breath as chill and rank as an open grave. The creatures charged the company, but Malvol was a force of nature, running hither and thither and wherever he strode, he left dead wolves in his wake; each exploding into a shower of icicles as it fell into nothingness. Maelee too gave good account of herself, throwing daggers at the beasts and putting down several. Danee ran to the serfs and slew any wolf who hazarded them, though Malvol’s salt circle did indeed prevent them from reaching the terrified wretches. Even Ector, plague ridden as he was, struck powerful blows at the snarling wolves, sending several to their end. Indeed a blacksmith’s boy, at first cowering in the circle of salt, himself grabbed a rusty blade and dealt one beast a ragged wound before being bitten for his trouble. And Jasper, arriving late to the battle summoned Mage’s fire and hurled it at the last of the beasts, charring it to ash and steam, and so they tasted victory.

 The Raven King

As the last wolf burned did a horned shape appear within the bonfire’s cruel flames. It addressed Malvol in formal terms, asking what boon he would have for meeting the challenge, but the Knight was wise and asked nothing for himself, only a cure for all the afflicted. The creature grew angry then, but did as it was bidden, vanishing in annoyance, thwarted by Malvol. For as any mage could have told him and indeed his mother had, a boon asked from a Fey, whether won fairly or not, was likely to rebound on the winner. Yet a boon bestowed on others was much harder to twist and this Malvol knew well. Ector thanked the brave Knight but said he would make the afflicted wait for fourteen days before going to Saxton for ’twas a Fay cure after all’. Malvol then bade him take the blacksmith’s boy to Osterlin Abbey to be trained as a warrior monk, ‘for the boy showed courage and there is little enough of that in this world to waste him thumping iron. Let him bang metal of a different sort together!’ Ector promised it would be done and that he would find Malvol after finishing his tasks.

Yet a battle of a different sort raged at the bottom of the hill; for a raven flew onto the cart and then turned into an unearthly man clad in raven feathers. He spoke in a musical voice to Osric, offering him riches in exchange for the boy; but Osric only asked him his name, whereupon he replied that he was ‘The Foreboder’, and Osric was not comforted upon hearing this. The creature claimed that it had dispelled ‘Ulric’s Damocles Blade’ but still Osric would not give him the boy. Gathering up his courage, Osric then did something foolish; he asked the Raven King about the boy and his mark. The Raven King asked for a lock of Osric’s hair as payment for this boon and the assassin unwisely gave him what he asked for, not realising what he’d done. The Raven King told him then that ‘misfortune would follow the boy, for the mark upon him is false and would lead mage hunters to Mrykyn’s hold and to any who travelled with him’. And so saying, he was gone; just as the Company came down the hill well, pleased with their night’s work. Yet as the sun crested the horizon did Maelee notice that Osric now cast no shadow and she whispered questions and thinly veiled threats at him as she vaulted onto the cart. Osric lied of course, but Maelee was not fooled, though even she did not guess what had passed. And so the company rolled onwards.

 The Dead Village

The day passed slowly, time measured by the leaden tread of the now exhausted Daisy and by the rumbling of the cart across the frozen downlands, Thick mists turned their world to a small circle of icy grass but most of the company tried for sleep, for they were weary. As the sun dipped Danee began looking for a campsite and found a road leading off towards the river; an old cobbled road almost hidden in the frozen turf. The company voted to follow this road for Daisy needed watering and there were game trails leading down to the river and so, most likely, good hunting. Jasper also ventured that the Forest was on the other side of the river and proudly proclaimed that ‘Fey can’t cross running water easily!

Sadly for the company, the trail soon forded the river, putting them back in the Jewelspider, but amidst the ruins of an old village. Smoke trickled out of one chimney but the rest of the buildings were tumbledown, many with walls only a few feet high and others, lacking only their roofs but ruinous and clad all in ivy. Warily, the company rode in, weapons ready, but were met only by an old man dressed in ragged clothes, who appeared to be tending to a graveyard.

He ran inside when he saw bare blades, but Maelee coaxed him out promising coin for lodgings. The man was all smiles then, naming himself Ranulph, as he led them carefully under a rowan wood door lintel, watching each one carefully to see if they were revealed. Then he led them into the ruined building beyond where a small fire crackled in a fire-blackened hearth. His wife was Matilda, a sour faced old crone who seemed ill tempered about something, though she offered them stew as Ranulph and Danee saw to Daisy’s feeding. Then the old man insisted they all pray with him, revealing as he did so, a tiny altar in a niche; a wooden cross resting upon it.

Once fed and watered, the company felt much better and nattered to Ranulph and his wife. Malvol was concerned that something was not right; an old couple living under the eaves of Jewelspider, but Maelee could sense a divine aura that covered the little house, protecting these simple folk. And so it proved, for Ranulph was a lay priest and his shrine was indeed their protection. He then set to butchering a sheep in the Company’s honour. Osric was suspicious and spied upon Ranulph from the empty second floor, but saw nothing untoward and soon grew bored. Danee and Maelee wanted to find some game and went out into the village as dusk came down, but found a bone pit in the foundations of one of the houses; and Ranulph came over then and told them how the plague had wiped the village out in his Grandfather’s time. Danee asked why he had stayed and he replied that ‘my ancestors lie in this good earth, and without my prayers their mortal remains may lie unquietly; and I’ll not hear of it’.

As dusk drew in, they returned to the cottage; wary of the creatures of the forest. Then Danee glanced back and both he and Maelee saw a Knight in the trees, visor down and no badge or device to herald him. As soon as he was marked, the rider galloped off into the trees, so Danee questioned Ranulph; but the old man grew evasive and excused himself. Yet once Malvol knew of this mysterious Knight, he would not let the matter rest and had it out with the old man in the wine cellar. Ranulph confessed that the Knight sometimes came and took tribute, though he wore no device and seldom spoke. When deep in his cups he would sometimes weep or grow wrathful, and Malvol vowed then duel with this man, though Ranulph asked him to tread lightly, as they had to live here long after the Company had left.

Whilst Malvol interrogated Ranulph, did Jasper learn how much his wife hated the forest and longed to live in Saxton ‘with good honest folk’. She asked Jasper to take a letter to the Innkeeper and the apprentice agreed, planning to open the letter and read its contents at his earliest opportunity.

 A debt collected

Whilst this was going on, Osric suddenly started, for he heard the sweetest music being played and could not place it though none of the others seemed to hear. Stepping outside into the gathering gloom, none of his companions noticed him leaving, not even the sharp eyed Maelee, for it seemed as if he stood inside the space between one moment and the next. He walked then through the ruined village and out into the benighted woods beyond, beguiled by the music, as the stars burned coldly down upon him. Stumbling upon a clearing, he bespied a Faerie mound, tall doors of stone flung wide, allowing an unearthly light to spill out into the night, and he strode up to the door, though inside his mind something screamed at him in warning. He entered the mound and joined the revels as humans and animals and things that seemed some horrible melding of man and beast, danced insanely to a haunting jig, their eyes betraying their fear. At the head of the table was the man dressed in Raven feathers, who ordered him to sit and to eat and drink. This he did though he knew it was wrong, and when he was done did the Raven King order him to steal away the cross on Ranulph’s altar and bury it under an elder tree, replacing it with a cruel facsimile that the Fey Lord gave him. Without demure he left the mound and walked, as in a dream, back to his Companions; seemingly arriving at the very moment he had left. He sat and felt suddenly very ill; but did not suspect for a moment that it was because of the Altar at the back of the house.

The Company took to their beds then, setting a guard, though naught disturbed their rest that night, save for hail drumming upon the roof and an owl on the hunt and so they rested well; all save Osric, whose dreams were full of leering faces.

The Swords of St Athelstan

Next morning Ranulph seemed pensive but upon hearing of Malvol’s intention to face the black Knight, seemed suddenly resolved. Calling Danee and Malvol to him, he took them to the wine cellar and showed them the true reason he stayed in the ruined village; a hidden crypt of an ancient Knight, and the two relic swords he once bore. Ranulph told them then that he was the hereditary guardian of Ariel and Seraph; the two swords of St Athelstan. And so saying, did he give Ariel into Danee’s care and Seraph unto Malvol’s, exhorting them to ‘use the blades for God’s holy purpose; for you are the true knights whose coming I have awaited these many years’. He also explained that they had freed him of his burden and he was now able to leave the forest for the last time. Together, they prayed a moment and then Malvol strode forth to meet the Black Knight.

Outside the others were preparing the cart, when a shout went up as Ranulph told his wife that they also were to leave. Whooping with joy, the old woman ran inside, the years falling from her face as if a spell had been lifted. As she gathered her things and the Company packed the cart, did Malvol see the Knight at the ford, and issued a challenge. The Knight dismounted and hefted his sword, and the two went at it hammer and tongs, sparks flying from their blades. Yet Seraph had the last word and smote the Knight, who vanished into black smoke and if he had never existed, as did his horse. There then came a deep sigh of release, as if someone was finally laid to rest and Malvol found a rusty sword in the river and then a helm and breastplate. Taking them up, he walked into the churchyard and planted the sword in the clean earth, burying the armour at its foot.

What none had marked, whilst the battle raged, was that Osric; all unseen, had slipped inside and removed the cross, replacing it with the one that he’d been given. Tucking the stolen cross tightly into his clothes, he tiptoed out just in time to see the battle’s end and to help with the loading of the cart.

Then they quit the village, none looking back; save Ranulph, who could not turn his head away until the village had disappeared from view round a bend and out of his sight for the last time. Then he breathed the clean air, as if drawing his first breath and cradling his wife, smiled as the cart rumbled onwards, towards Saxton. He did not see Osric climb back into the cart, a strange smile playing across his face, nor the freshly dug earth at the base of the Elder Tree by the roadside where he had just buried the cross. And no living thing heard the haunting laughter that rang out through the trees and all through the silent village.

Session 2

Session 3

Session 4

Maelee

Malvol

Jasper

Sven

Carroe

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  1. Damian May says:

    Awesome.

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