Runes of Hoarfrost

[bloodtide]

The Dvargrfell Mountains Stretch up and down the Western coast of the Northern Peninsula of the Veld, far enough to enter the perpetually icy lands of the far north. The Mountains themselves are an imposing natural barrier, striking up hard from the sea where there are dozens of inlets and fjords, the mountains a break against the Great Sea’s natural storms. This has made the area inhospitable in the extreme and while there are dozens of small villages along the coast, mostly dwarven with a few humans, fishing and trading.

The small village of Rübendorf, nestled between the northernmost spire of the Dvargrfell Mountains, protected from the cold, is the jewel of the Odlgrate Barony. The furthest north of the Baronies of Isen, in the Dukedom of Norge.

Joachim Burser, Herblore, Lord of Soro, "Your father is well. Stable. Still weak, but on the melt to recovery. By the White Branch, he will recover from this ill. Though he is not a young man, and will become One with the Ice before overlong. You and your family should prepare."​

 

[Time_Feather]

Edmond sighed with relief, nodding to Joachim. "Thank you kindly, Lord Burser. We are indebted to you yet again. I hope the White Branch's healing arts will continue to hold for him. It has been many months since my father last corresponded to the good Duke of Norge. He should know of this at once, I should think. Perhaps you can send word? I know your work takes you many places."

Edmond stood, stretching as he glanced about at the wood and stone of the meager castle-hall. "My brothers will not doubt be relieved. Wilhird most of all. He has no desire for the baron's responsibilities for another year or three yet."

 

[bloodtide]

Joachim Burser, Herblore, Lord of Soro "My travels will not take me south for at least two moons. I'm not one to bespeak of a family, but you might want to send a family member."​

 

[Time_Feather]

"I see... Then perhaps I should confer with Wilhird on this matter. As the heir he should make the decision of who to send. Not to mention it'll be good practice for him." Edmond chuckled before glancing at the doorway. "I think I saw Wilhird downstairs. I will take my leave, but if you should need anything Lord Soro, you need only ask."

 

[bloodtide]

Joachim Burser, Herblore, Lord of Soro "Of course. I need very little, but should I have a need. " Joachim gives a slight head nod.​

Wilhird Oldgate is found downstairs and across the hall in the map room With the rugged and sun-swept features of someone who has been outside too much. Piercing blue eyes which are just a little too cold, and blonde hair which doesn't quite seem to move as much as it should in the wind, Wilhird is a handsome young man. Clad in his thick furred armor and green cloak.

Wilhird Oldgate "Ah, brother do come in. The burdens of a baron. Maps and maps."

 

[Time_Feather]

"Thankfully they are n pt your burdens yet brother. Lord Soro has told me Father will yet live! He will be weak for quite a while though. We need to send word to the Duke to ensure we stay in his good graces."

Edmond glanced at his brother's furs. Others need such layers out in the cold, yet half that is all I need... Feh, useless thought. I am an Oldgste, no matter what.

 

[bloodtide]

Wilhird Oldgate "I am over joyed that father will recover. Still, the barony must run. I can't just leave all this to father. And too many demand acts and answers. They won't take a 'wait a couple weeks' for father.
A traveling dwarf alchemist cam to town, and within hours people were crying his bottles were not but waters. And yet six merchants came forth to support him. now all eyes turn toward the baron throne to make a decision.
The Cold Ranger Durn Fifthwatch sent word of a group of tribe less goblins massing to the east. He says he could investigate more, if offered a stipend.
A local gnome, Voort Gemleaf, says there is an old dwarf ruin in that area and the goblins have taken it. He is willing to lead a raid to clear the goblins out, for a fee, of course.

Tyzair Cathool, Lord of Ardhun, says a white dragon....a white dragon...has been sighted in the lowest mountains. He fears it might lair and form a dominion. And worries it might strike at Ardhun. He wonders if maybe I might send him a dragonslayer. As if I just have them growing in the garden or such."

He looks down and moves over to the fireplace. He stands there for a moment feeling the warmth of the fire.

"Ah, Snowmelt! You...ah, mentioned the Duke. Yes, yes, word should be sent to him. Why do you ask?"

 

[Time_Feather]

Edmond smirked a little, trying hard not to be too proud of his brother's management... And his relief at not having his position. "It was just something that occurred to me, Wilhird, naught more than that. With winter upon us we need to be judicious. Perhaps one of our own should send word. This news of a dragon is also worrisome, we should see that that is reported as well. A roosting dragon could disrupt the kingdom, not just our barony."