After dealing with the Mist, we joined our viking Kin on the great raids. However, instead of raiding our usual targets, we are raiding some new people, the Talrik. Some might think that raiding would not be on our minds, given the damning prophecy hanging over all of us. But we must press on – this is our way, our survival, our nation. As a gift, bale crafted me a fantastical sword, it’s more dangerous than any of the same I had ever seen. I do not know what arms we will find on our journey but I will treasure this weapon. Someday, I shall pass it onto my child.
I will say this about the Talriks, they are a ferocious lot despite their admittedly fair looks. We raided some kind of warrior church of theirs and, while we of course won, they put up an admirable fight. Their high priestess seemed a little off, but it’s not like I can understand what they are saying anyway. It would seem their deities, like ours, do not respond to sleight lightly. I had to remove two curses due to the damage to their holy sites. I see more similarities than differences between us, the only difference being their weirdly aristocratic ways – undoubtedly born out of wealth and plenty. A bit too soft for this world, but not everyone can be as strong as my people.
I was able to speak to my parents before the raid on the fort. Word of my accomplishments have reached home, though I feel I am only in part due the praise given. Some in the village still doubt my honor due to the….suddenness of my departure. It warmed my heart, however, to know my parents were not among them. My father described a barrow which needed to be cleaned, a mission which might restore my name in the eyes of my townsmen. Though, in telling my father the fate that weighs on me, they expressed the opinion that my reputation matters little in the grand scheme of this quest. However, I plan to clear this barrow – not for myself but for my family and my home.
Taking this fortress was necessary for our future endeavors, and vital to our raiding of this “Paris” city. With skill and Silstungas trickery, we were able to take it while only losing a couple dozen men. We were able to use our knowledge from the church to have her impersonate one of their “nobles” and she was able to send a signal up to the sky. Originally, she would have just conjured a fearsome beast. However, my suggestion to conjure a visage of mighty Odin seemed to bear fruit, panicking these Talrik people and routing the army. I prefer loss of life where possible – even at it’s more cruel fate, they still live and breathe.
While investigating this fortress of strange walls and fortifications, we found a large tunnel with a strong door, under siege. However, it turned out to be a deep gnome creature who had come to warn us. On the negative, the gnome told us that the beasts of the Underdark were a day or so behind. Due to Baels craftsmanship, our magical proficiency and the fortune of having proper materials, we were able to reconstruct the door to be stronger than before. We were fortunate – this is not my land but I have no desires of these evils being unleashed upon the world. Not to mention this would severely delay our raiding schedule.
During this time, my thoughts drift home. I hope that, while we are away, evil is not extending it’s icy grip. We have left our homemakers, injured and innocent alone, and I pray they remain safe. I also think of my God, and his weapon in the (figurative) grip of some villainous Thane. I will return successful, perhaps even with the Kind’s ear, so that we might end this threat and begin to fix what has been wronged.