Ampolitor
Explorer
This is a page from the campaign guide to Lost Empires im working on, what do you think?
During my travels in the north of Silvaria I stayed at a lovely Inn called the Blue owl. The ale was superb as was the company. I spoke to many but one story stood out the most.A wilderness guide who had claimed another told him. That man claimed to have witnessed the entire event and told the following story to him. How or if this is possible I do not know but I included it in my writings. However Northgate soldiers did confirm to me that there was a man reported missing, they said however that he could have been killed in the winter storm or could have fallen of a Cliffside and dismiss any talk about the White Lord.
As Kalaren neared the crest of the hill, he knew he was in trouble. It had been over an hour since he lost sight of those accursed wolves. They were somewhere out there; he could hear them, as if they were taunting him.
He peered through the falling snow as he pulled his cape around him tighter. He looked up the steep slope of the valley. Exhausted and scared he found himself talking out loud, wishing someone was there to listen.
“The snow is getting deeper, this will slow me down for sure.”
Why have they stopped, they could of easily caught me by now. This does not make sense, they must be toying with me.”.
Kalaren looked down the hill into the valley through the falling snow; there were no signs of the creatures anywhere. He laughed to himself,” maybe they gave up”. He turned towards the hill and began climbing up the steep slope once more. As his numb fingers pulled him up the slope he remembered the stories he heard as a boy, the warnings of wandering into the valley, his valley. He shook his head and laughed. “My mind is playing tricks on me, this biter cold is numbing my senses. They’re just wolves, hungry for a meal, that’s all. Probably been trapped in this valley for a long time. “
He laughed once more trying to assure himself. “Damned stories, stories to frighten the little ones. This time tomorrow I'll be in Northgate sipping some Milandrian wine and eating some venison.
The snow was almost blinding as he neared the top of the slope. “If I can make it over the ridge I can get up to some rocks, it will make it easier to defend myself if they come”
In the distance below him the silence was broken by the shrill cry of a lone wolf.
“ The damned things! They are persistent aren’t they.”
Then to the left another howl, and then to the right. They seemed to close in and get closer and closer by the minute. Then an eerie chorus of wolves filled the valley like a thousand tortured souls let loose,. Their cries were all around him almost deafening.
“Mustn’t panic, got to keep me wits about me, they're only wild dogs, as long as I keep me wits I'll be fine.”
He tried to run up the hill falling several times into the deep snow, exhausted his legs were on fire, he realized he was in trouble. He stood up and he was running, faster and faster, as fast as he could through the snow. "I'll kill that damned Jared when I get back to the Northgate, him and his damned mission". His legs were burning hotter and hotter until once again they made him collapse into a snow bank heaving and gasping for air.
"Even the damned air here is cursed, too damned hard to breath".
As abruptly as it started the deadly chorus stopped. Kalaren stood up and peered down the hill where he swore he saw movement. The hair on his neck stood up on its end as he heard an unearthly guttural growl from behind him.
"By the Gods its him, Sialara protect me!"
Kalaren drew his sword as he turned to face his enemy.
There in the snow stood the figure of a half man, half wolf. It stood over him making his 6-foot frame seem tiny in comparison. Its eyes red as a fire coal watched him and its teeth as sharp as a row of carefully filed daggers seemed to almost let out a sneer as if it were amused. The long white shaggy coat blended with the snow perfectly as if the snow was created just to hide this one thing.
Then he knew, the stories were real and that this was the valley of Gevadaun, the White wolf, and in a flash it would be all over.
A loud shrill heard so many times before traveled along the valley only to be drowned out seconds later by the sounds of falling snow.
A page from the book of the Liber Exsecror or book of the cursed by Samviel Carderas
During my travels in the north of Silvaria I stayed at a lovely Inn called the Blue owl. The ale was superb as was the company. I spoke to many but one story stood out the most.A wilderness guide who had claimed another told him. That man claimed to have witnessed the entire event and told the following story to him. How or if this is possible I do not know but I included it in my writings. However Northgate soldiers did confirm to me that there was a man reported missing, they said however that he could have been killed in the winter storm or could have fallen of a Cliffside and dismiss any talk about the White Lord.
As Kalaren neared the crest of the hill, he knew he was in trouble. It had been over an hour since he lost sight of those accursed wolves. They were somewhere out there; he could hear them, as if they were taunting him.
He peered through the falling snow as he pulled his cape around him tighter. He looked up the steep slope of the valley. Exhausted and scared he found himself talking out loud, wishing someone was there to listen.
“The snow is getting deeper, this will slow me down for sure.”
Why have they stopped, they could of easily caught me by now. This does not make sense, they must be toying with me.”.
Kalaren looked down the hill into the valley through the falling snow; there were no signs of the creatures anywhere. He laughed to himself,” maybe they gave up”. He turned towards the hill and began climbing up the steep slope once more. As his numb fingers pulled him up the slope he remembered the stories he heard as a boy, the warnings of wandering into the valley, his valley. He shook his head and laughed. “My mind is playing tricks on me, this biter cold is numbing my senses. They’re just wolves, hungry for a meal, that’s all. Probably been trapped in this valley for a long time. “
He laughed once more trying to assure himself. “Damned stories, stories to frighten the little ones. This time tomorrow I'll be in Northgate sipping some Milandrian wine and eating some venison.
The snow was almost blinding as he neared the top of the slope. “If I can make it over the ridge I can get up to some rocks, it will make it easier to defend myself if they come”
In the distance below him the silence was broken by the shrill cry of a lone wolf.
“ The damned things! They are persistent aren’t they.”
Then to the left another howl, and then to the right. They seemed to close in and get closer and closer by the minute. Then an eerie chorus of wolves filled the valley like a thousand tortured souls let loose,. Their cries were all around him almost deafening.
“Mustn’t panic, got to keep me wits about me, they're only wild dogs, as long as I keep me wits I'll be fine.”
He tried to run up the hill falling several times into the deep snow, exhausted his legs were on fire, he realized he was in trouble. He stood up and he was running, faster and faster, as fast as he could through the snow. "I'll kill that damned Jared when I get back to the Northgate, him and his damned mission". His legs were burning hotter and hotter until once again they made him collapse into a snow bank heaving and gasping for air.
"Even the damned air here is cursed, too damned hard to breath".
As abruptly as it started the deadly chorus stopped. Kalaren stood up and peered down the hill where he swore he saw movement. The hair on his neck stood up on its end as he heard an unearthly guttural growl from behind him.
"By the Gods its him, Sialara protect me!"
Kalaren drew his sword as he turned to face his enemy.
There in the snow stood the figure of a half man, half wolf. It stood over him making his 6-foot frame seem tiny in comparison. Its eyes red as a fire coal watched him and its teeth as sharp as a row of carefully filed daggers seemed to almost let out a sneer as if it were amused. The long white shaggy coat blended with the snow perfectly as if the snow was created just to hide this one thing.
Then he knew, the stories were real and that this was the valley of Gevadaun, the White wolf, and in a flash it would be all over.
A loud shrill heard so many times before traveled along the valley only to be drowned out seconds later by the sounds of falling snow.
A page from the book of the Liber Exsecror or book of the cursed by Samviel Carderas
