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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5373289" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>Two days later we were still chuckling to ourselves. The Convent of the Six Sisters was still many days ride away across more desolate emptiness, and Argonne’s retelling of his tale lifted our spirits. </p><p></p><p>We crested a small grassy hillock, and finally the landscape offered us something different than cracked earth and tussocks of grass. The road dipped down into a valley that stretched before us. A river, reflecting the afternoon sun lazily meandered through a sparse forest with a small village nestled on its edge. With a delicate kick I urged my horse forward, hoping that we might find some shelter from the cold Fastness nights.</p><p></p><p>The village of Sari-well was not much more than a waypoint for travellers. By the time we had reached it only the pink dusk guided our way. A few homes dotted the road but it was the Inn of the Green Serpent, the largest building by far, which shone welcoming lights. </p><p></p><p>A cheerful tune greeted us as we pushed open the heavy door. An old man with a clay pipe between his white whiskered lips sat on a stool in the centre of a large room common room playing a lively song on a battered old fiddle.</p><p></p><p>Several others, farmers or woodsman by the look of them, stamped and clapped in time with the old man, whilst the barkeep, a ruddy cheeked man kept their tankards full. </p><p></p><p>“Hail travellers!” he said “A bed for your weary bodies perhaps? And an ale for your parched throats?”</p><p></p><p>The Green Serpent was a far cry from the Fastness we had thus far been exposed to. This was more like a small version of my own home in Montfort than an oppressed and militant Fastness community. We enjoyed the company of the locals and their stories; one in particular captured my interest.</p><p></p><p>A few years ago a group of Hutenkamans started a settlement a day’s journey east through the forest. Whilst typically Hutenkaman in their ways, they were peaceful and were very much part of the greater Sari-well community, often coming to town to offer their blessings on locals and travellers alike. However, it had been about a month since the last Hutenkaman priest had been sighted.</p><p></p><p>I was all for exploring the settlement, but the rest of the Hydra voiced their reservations. </p><p></p><p>“What’s it got to do with getting the Princess?” said Morgan.”It’s completely irrelevant to the task at hand.”</p><p></p><p>I could not disagree with him, or the supporting chorus of opinions that my companions offered, and after only little resistance we decided to ignore the settlement and continue on our journey south.</p><p></p><p>However, once alone in my room I heard a familiar voice.</p><p></p><p>“Masster. We musst sseek the temple. We musst ssearch for my brethren. To closse to jusst pass it by.” rasped Ninfus Nex.</p><p></p><p>My thoughts grew clouded as he spoke, and I found my mind bending to his will, “Yes indeed Ninfus. I think you are correct.” I replied, and then quickly fell into a heavy slumber.</p><p></p><p>The chirping of birds woke me at dawn, and during a hasty meal of fresh eggs and bread I informed my companions that I would be leaving them temporarily to investigate the Hutenkaman settlement. My declaration was met with angry and annoyed objections, citing the need for us to remain together and to have as few delays as possible. Eventually, however, they accepted that my decision was made.</p><p></p><p>And so it was that after getting some directions from a local woodsman, I set off, alone and single minded, to the east.</p><p></p><p>Although the forest had no real paths, I had been directed to follow some hunters’ trails, it was not thick and allowed me to ride at some speed. All the while Ninfus Nex, now coiled around my bicep, hissed reassurances that we were doing what must be done.</p><p></p><p>Even with my mind somewhat fogged by the serpent’s words, I could still enjoy the freshness and greenery of the forest, and for the first time in what seemed an age, the joy of being alone. For so many months it seemed I had been travelling with my companions; I now felt liberated and free. At times my thoughts would drift back to the forests of Montfort and a time before the Hydra had formed and recall the simple pleasure of riding through the woods, unburdened with worldy matters.</p><p></p><p>It was in this state, after perhaps six hours, I arrived at a dreadful scene.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5373289, member: 46615"] Two days later we were still chuckling to ourselves. The Convent of the Six Sisters was still many days ride away across more desolate emptiness, and Argonne’s retelling of his tale lifted our spirits. We crested a small grassy hillock, and finally the landscape offered us something different than cracked earth and tussocks of grass. The road dipped down into a valley that stretched before us. A river, reflecting the afternoon sun lazily meandered through a sparse forest with a small village nestled on its edge. With a delicate kick I urged my horse forward, hoping that we might find some shelter from the cold Fastness nights. The village of Sari-well was not much more than a waypoint for travellers. By the time we had reached it only the pink dusk guided our way. A few homes dotted the road but it was the Inn of the Green Serpent, the largest building by far, which shone welcoming lights. A cheerful tune greeted us as we pushed open the heavy door. An old man with a clay pipe between his white whiskered lips sat on a stool in the centre of a large room common room playing a lively song on a battered old fiddle. Several others, farmers or woodsman by the look of them, stamped and clapped in time with the old man, whilst the barkeep, a ruddy cheeked man kept their tankards full. “Hail travellers!” he said “A bed for your weary bodies perhaps? And an ale for your parched throats?” The Green Serpent was a far cry from the Fastness we had thus far been exposed to. This was more like a small version of my own home in Montfort than an oppressed and militant Fastness community. We enjoyed the company of the locals and their stories; one in particular captured my interest. A few years ago a group of Hutenkamans started a settlement a day’s journey east through the forest. Whilst typically Hutenkaman in their ways, they were peaceful and were very much part of the greater Sari-well community, often coming to town to offer their blessings on locals and travellers alike. However, it had been about a month since the last Hutenkaman priest had been sighted. I was all for exploring the settlement, but the rest of the Hydra voiced their reservations. “What’s it got to do with getting the Princess?” said Morgan.”It’s completely irrelevant to the task at hand.” I could not disagree with him, or the supporting chorus of opinions that my companions offered, and after only little resistance we decided to ignore the settlement and continue on our journey south. However, once alone in my room I heard a familiar voice. “Masster. We musst sseek the temple. We musst ssearch for my brethren. To closse to jusst pass it by.” rasped Ninfus Nex. My thoughts grew clouded as he spoke, and I found my mind bending to his will, “Yes indeed Ninfus. I think you are correct.” I replied, and then quickly fell into a heavy slumber. The chirping of birds woke me at dawn, and during a hasty meal of fresh eggs and bread I informed my companions that I would be leaving them temporarily to investigate the Hutenkaman settlement. My declaration was met with angry and annoyed objections, citing the need for us to remain together and to have as few delays as possible. Eventually, however, they accepted that my decision was made. And so it was that after getting some directions from a local woodsman, I set off, alone and single minded, to the east. Although the forest had no real paths, I had been directed to follow some hunters’ trails, it was not thick and allowed me to ride at some speed. All the while Ninfus Nex, now coiled around my bicep, hissed reassurances that we were doing what must be done. Even with my mind somewhat fogged by the serpent’s words, I could still enjoy the freshness and greenery of the forest, and for the first time in what seemed an age, the joy of being alone. For so many months it seemed I had been travelling with my companions; I now felt liberated and free. At times my thoughts would drift back to the forests of Montfort and a time before the Hydra had formed and recall the simple pleasure of riding through the woods, unburdened with worldy matters. It was in this state, after perhaps six hours, I arrived at a dreadful scene. [/QUOTE]
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