Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190817221952

"Clan Gray-Mane has tended to the Skyforge since the time of Jeek of the River centuries ago. The current smith of the forge is old Iði." Elisiv replied.

She headed up the steps to the mead hall and entered.

The entrance led to a large feasting hall where a group of eager Companions were toasting their Harbinger on a well earned victory on his quest.

"Haha, uncle Labbi would be proud of you Randagulf! He chose well." An old tattooed man with a long beard. He looked older than Randagulf, in his mid to late 50s. However, he still looked to be at peak physique.

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By the time Lars arrived at the city gates it was already late afternoon, the sun was going down and it was leaving the sky with a orange-pink tint.

The guard, Mikel, didn't recognize the mage. He held out his hand and demanded. "Halt. State your names and purpose for entering the upper city."

Mikel eyed Fjoll. The strange warrior gave off a weird smell, but the guard figured that was just from days, maybe weeks, of not bathing. He smells worse than a vagabond.

"Oh, so you're the one? Yes, we had a package for you from Völundr the Smith." The sailor said. "I believe that it is still in the hold. Wait right there."

The sailor disappeared into the ship for a few minutes and returned with wrapped cloth. "He told our captain to bring this to Dagastar and wait for a Tiskr that matched your description. He payed a pretty penny for it too. You're quite lucky that you got here in time, we were leaving for Haafingar this week."

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"No, you don't. I'm close to calling my guards to kick the lot of you out of my tower." Skuld said. She looked quite angry with how things turned out. "Jafnhárr, help them seperate the damned reward among the crews. I doubt any of them could even count more than 10 to begin with, let alone split the gold fairly among them." She handed him the Harbinger's report.

The steward bowed. "As you wish, my Jarl. I'll get right on it."

The Vedrfolnir man let go of Helgi's arm and then cleaned the blood that dripping from his nose where the Huntmaster had hit him with that opening right hook.

Helgi grunted as he rubbed his arm. "Fine, just as long as the Ylgermet gets what it deserves." He stepped aside so that the steward could get to the chests.

It took a few minutes, but he looked over the report and split the gold among the four crews according to their reported kills. It was a similar result than was expected, with the Ylgermet having the clear lead in terms of kills, followed by the Nidhoggr, the Vedrfolnir and Jorrvaskr at last since it only had one squadron sent to fight the Orcs. Though by the looks of it, each member of the Jorrvaskr crew killed more Orcs on than most other Companions. If they had comparable numbers to the other crews they would've earned the most gold. The steward also seperate some coins into a pouch and handed it to the Stormhawk. "Here, your share mercenary."

"There, everybody satisfied?" Skuld asked impatiently.

Rolf grunted. "As satisfied as I will get with this situation."

"Good, then get the fuck out of my Tower." Jarl Skuld told the Companions.

Kane gritted his teeth and jumped through the flames, letting himself get burned. ''Stinralg can just heal me later. I need to kill this mage before he can recover.''

The elf had not expected this. He looked surprised when Kane appeared from the fire brandishing his steel dagger. The Cyrodiilic stabbed the Orc in the lower gut and drove it in deep, twisting the dagger for maximum effectiveness.

"Gah!" The elf groaned in pain and fell backwards, losing his footing.

Kane grabbed onto his lost sword and pulled it out, then in one swoop he plunged it into the mage's chest once more.

The mage twitched for a moment, then he stopped moving.

Kane was cringing from the pain of the burns on his face and front. He resisted it as best he could and got back to the fight, running to aid Skorm.

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"Everyone, the target is down. I repeat, the target is down. Keep the humans busy while we exchange the bodies. We are preparing the Falmer corpse as we speak. I repeat, keep them busy and away from the downed mage." A voice echoed in Agrunac's mind.

The plan is coming together. Agrunac thought after his orders were received. He rushed towards Skorm and the 'Falmer' to keep the two housecarls busy and their attention away from the body.