Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190521183052

"Chief Bakel." Boruus said. The champion was healed up and back on his feet. "The humans have split up and are coming up the mountain."

Bakel's head hurt from the hangover. He brushed his brow, sitting on his high chair. He could see that it was early in the morning, sometime past dawn. "Send the mine patrols to track and follow the humans. When they get close we'll ambush them like before."

Boruus nodded and headed off to relay the orders.

There didn't appear to be any human casualties, the bodies were all from Orcs.

Elisiv noted that over half the Orcs were not wearing armor and were wielding pickaxes. "Miners. Must mean that the stronghold is close." She muttered.

For this meeting, Harald was sitting on his father's stone throne.

The doors to the palace's great hall opened and Jarl of Saarthal was escorted in by both Ostmark and Saarthal guards.

The Jarl was very tall, the guards didn't even reach his shoulders. This was due to his giant's blood. His grandmother was the giantess Hljod, who was also Harald's great-grandmother. The old nobleman's hair was only recently turning gray, but his face was already filled with wrinkles. He didn't look much like it, but the Jarl was 62 years old.

"Harald Sigurdson, cousin." The Jarl called out to him when he was brought before the stone throne of Vindhelm. He didn't bow.

"Jarl Arngrim Sea-King. I am glad to see arrived safely." Harald said, staying on the throne.

"The winds were in our favor this time a year." Arngrim mentioned.

"Good to hear. I am honored to have you here in my palace for my father's funeral." Harald said.

"Sigurd was my cousin, the blood of Jarl Vǫlsung runs in my blood same as his. To miss his funeral would be an insult to our shared ancestors." Arngrim replied. He seemed to sizing up the young Jarl. "I hear that you killed a dragon."

Harald grinned. "By the grace of Shor, I felled the beast. His skull is mounted on my wall right over there."

Arngrim looked over to the southern wall where a dragon skull was placed in a distinguised spot among other trophies claimed by Harald's ancestors.

"Quite the big fucker isn't he." Arngrim muttered, elbowing younger man that stood to his right. They both chuckled, then turned to Harald. "Guess that byname is more than just for show then, Harald the Heroic."

Harald finally stood up from his throne and walked down the steps to where Arngrim stood. Arngrim was a head taller than even Harald. They grabbed each other's forearms as a sign of respect. "I welcome you to my home, cousin. My servants are at your disposal while you are here."

The Jarl gestured over to the man that he had elbowed. "This here is my son and heir, Hjörvard."

Harald looked at the man. He looked similar to the Jarl, though 30 years younger and about Harald's height. "I barely recognized you cousin."

Hjörvard shook hands with Harald. "Last we saw each other, cousin, we were two little milkdrinkers. Now here we both stand, a sea-raider and a dragonslayer."

"Glad to have you here cousin." Harald extended the same respect to him as the Jarl. "Make yourselves at home."