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With a crudely-buttoned, improvised fur-lined cloak and her mottled, cloaker-leather mantle covering her spidersilk robes, shod in a pair of slightly too large, wool-packed leather boots, and her wide-brimmed spidersilk hat pulled down to shade her sensitive eyes from the bright mid-morning light, Vel’duith Voiryn stood uneasily before Warden Gabriel Sionoma in the Crobhear Keep courtyard. She grimaced slightly, fingers beginning to fidget with the hilt of her shortsword. Scanning all the faces ringing the pair, she recognized that all the collective eyes of the dozen or so Yaegirs present seemed to be set solely upon her.
Abruptly, the Warden cleared his throat and spoke out in his husky, commanding baritone: “The hour has now arrived, Miss Voiryn: speak the laws!”
Vel’duith’s voice immediately rose in reply, clear and shrill: “Never shall a Yaegir attack another Yaegir! A Yaegir shall heed any call for her aid, whether from the great or the humble! All Yaegirs are peers: none better, none worse! Every keep and den is a trusted sanctuary! When a monster is slain, trophies must be taken to claim the reward, and all Yaegirs who took the risk share the bounty! The word ‘monster’ is easily spoken, but a Yaegir must always be diligent to only hunt true monsters! A true monster thinks only to destroy, and kill! If words may dissuade it, it is not truly a monster to be hunted! A Yaegir shall not interfere with the various sovereigns, meets, and moots of the world! Their wars and plots are none of her concern! A Yaegir shall plan her hunts to avoid needless slaughter, and she shall defend any who lucklessly blunder into harm’s way!”
The warden grimly stared the dark elf up and down, before locking his grey-eyed gaze on hers. Her brim-shaded garnet eyes met his fearlessly yet unaggressively, telegraphing her full ownership of her words and her determination to face whatever came of them. The drow suddenly seemed to still herself, almost as though frozen in mid-faint. As quickly as the fit started, it ended, though her jet cheeks seemed somehow a half-shade less black, and her eyes watered ever so slightly. To the drow’s apparent surprise, Warden Sionoma’s steely gaze softened slightly, a bushy salt-and-pepper eyebrow arching.
“Vel’duith Voiryn, you have spoken our laws… well, in adequate enough of a manner. You are hereby apprenticed to Yaegir Sigrun Flintfeet. Prepare yourself, for you shall soon leave on your first mission. We shall await news of your success- or, should you fail and fall, the litter bearing your corpse. Heed Yaegir Flintfeet well, lest it be the latter!”
Vel’duith rocked back onto her heels, rubbing her temples a moment as the shock passed, before again resuming her usual, borderline languid posture. The warden walked calmly over to the rather surprised-looking dwarven axe-maiden, stooping to lightly clap a hand on her shoulder.
“Well, Flintfeet, as I’ve told you before - you bring it home, you get to deal with it. So now, why don’t you take the greenhorn to town, and see what Maester Beldarion might know about this strange mummy in our basement that you brought back. You know, before it curses and dooms us all.”
Sigrun Flintfeet
Karskgorak Fiend-Crusher
Abruptly, the Warden cleared his throat and spoke out in his husky, commanding baritone: “The hour has now arrived, Miss Voiryn: speak the laws!”
Vel’duith’s voice immediately rose in reply, clear and shrill: “Never shall a Yaegir attack another Yaegir! A Yaegir shall heed any call for her aid, whether from the great or the humble! All Yaegirs are peers: none better, none worse! Every keep and den is a trusted sanctuary! When a monster is slain, trophies must be taken to claim the reward, and all Yaegirs who took the risk share the bounty! The word ‘monster’ is easily spoken, but a Yaegir must always be diligent to only hunt true monsters! A true monster thinks only to destroy, and kill! If words may dissuade it, it is not truly a monster to be hunted! A Yaegir shall not interfere with the various sovereigns, meets, and moots of the world! Their wars and plots are none of her concern! A Yaegir shall plan her hunts to avoid needless slaughter, and she shall defend any who lucklessly blunder into harm’s way!”
The warden grimly stared the dark elf up and down, before locking his grey-eyed gaze on hers. Her brim-shaded garnet eyes met his fearlessly yet unaggressively, telegraphing her full ownership of her words and her determination to face whatever came of them. The drow suddenly seemed to still herself, almost as though frozen in mid-faint. As quickly as the fit started, it ended, though her jet cheeks seemed somehow a half-shade less black, and her eyes watered ever so slightly. To the drow’s apparent surprise, Warden Sionoma’s steely gaze softened slightly, a bushy salt-and-pepper eyebrow arching.
“Vel’duith Voiryn, you have spoken our laws… well, in adequate enough of a manner. You are hereby apprenticed to Yaegir Sigrun Flintfeet. Prepare yourself, for you shall soon leave on your first mission. We shall await news of your success- or, should you fail and fall, the litter bearing your corpse. Heed Yaegir Flintfeet well, lest it be the latter!”
Vel’duith rocked back onto her heels, rubbing her temples a moment as the shock passed, before again resuming her usual, borderline languid posture. The warden walked calmly over to the rather surprised-looking dwarven axe-maiden, stooping to lightly clap a hand on her shoulder.
“Well, Flintfeet, as I’ve told you before - you bring it home, you get to deal with it. So now, why don’t you take the greenhorn to town, and see what Maester Beldarion might know about this strange mummy in our basement that you brought back. You know, before it curses and dooms us all.”
Sigrun Flintfeet
Karskgorak Fiend-Crusher
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