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<blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 1409593" data-attributes="member: 15640">Agatha tosses and turn in her sleap.&nbsp;There she walks on the battlefield, the Maiden of Battles, your mistress. Dressed in the blood of her enemies, she stands there, laughing, as she fends off attack after attack, a pile of dead foes at her feet. She is ever young and beatifull, and terrifying at the same time, a remnant of the old days, when the cold grey iron was unknown, when heroes walked the earth and talked with the elder gods, clad in bronze.She looks at you. &quot;Come, my child, come to me. So few now still hold to the old ways.&quot; Her gaze wanders over your travelling companions, the men that follow you, see you as their lucky charm, loving you, serving you. They too still are in part trained in the old ways, each for their own reasons. Cauaros the giant, The gentle bard, LLyr the silent, Llyr the cursed, Nac Mac Feagle, the houndmaster, Aeric of the forest, Fendor the thief.&quot;You have done well, my child, collecting these men.&nbsp; You shall go east, to Macedonia. The greeks who live there are desperate for mercenaries. Many are fighting for the throne. You will find that your skills there will be more approved of then here, where the Celts have grown soft in the new ways.&quot;&nbsp;You wake up in the knowledge that your godess has spoken to you. Your warband is now at Lake Como, at the border of the Etruscan territory. Yopu can go overland or try to book passage on a ship.The lands around here are wild, with Fomori running wild stuck in their everlasting war with the Fae. The nearest town, Como, is about a days travel to the south.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="DrZombie, post: 1409593, member: 15640"] Agatha tosses and turn in her sleap. [i]There she walks on the battlefield, the Maiden of Battles, your mistress. Dressed in the blood of her enemies, she stands there, laughing, as she fends off attack after attack, a pile of dead foes at her feet. She is ever young and beatifull, and terrifying at the same time, a remnant of the old days, when the cold grey iron was unknown, when heroes walked the earth and talked with the elder gods, clad in bronze.[/i] [i]She looks at you. "[/i]Come, my child, come to me. So few now still hold to the old ways." [i]Her gaze wanders over your travelling companions, the men that follow you, see you as their lucky charm, loving you, serving you. They too still are in part trained in the old ways, each for their own reasons. Cauaros the giant, The gentle bard, LLyr the silent, Llyr the cursed, Nac Mac Feagle, the houndmaster, Aeric of the forest, Fendor the thief.[/i] "You have done well, my child, collecting these men. You shall go east, to Macedonia. The greeks who live there are desperate for mercenaries. Many are fighting for the throne. You will find that your skills there will be more approved of then here, where the Celts have grown soft in the new ways." You wake up in the knowledge that your godess has spoken to you. Your warband is now at Lake Como, at the border of the Etruscan territory. Yopu can go overland or try to book passage on a ship.The lands around here are wild, with Fomori running wild stuck in their everlasting war with the Fae. The nearest town, Como, is about a days travel to the south. [/QUOTE]

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