Jarl Vigalf

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Jarl Vigalf

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Amid the lizards now up north, on a wall at the torn down tavern there is a new parchment added. The writing is in red the color of blood.

Jarl Vigalf,
Your children looked very good as elves. We have unfinished business to conclude and I await your reply.
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A rather tired unkempt norodaj male walks up to the letters. The lizards seemingly asleep. Upon reading he spits on the words and curses.
"Any bastard elves or witches I see, will die by my hand!" He mutters, trying not to wake the lizards. Just as soon ashe appeared he was gone, back into the woods from which he came.
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It was already late morning when Agrimur stepped out of the forest, Átta right on his heels and a stag thrown over his shoulder. He moved silently to not disturb the lizards and put the stag down at the edge of the forest. Taking but his axe and saxknife, he sneaked into his town - now no more than a ghost-town - and looked at the new note that was pinned at the tree. At once, his face grew dark with suppressed rage. The wounds that the witch had caused the Markers were long healed, but the scars remained. Unknowingly, she had even caused Agrimurs young family to be split up, separated by different views of the world, by his incapability to trust wizards of any kind, his obsession to keep his daughters safe, out of the mage's reach and therefore out of Troll's Bane. He had lost it all, thanks to people like that witch.

Groaning, he ripped the piece of parchment off, and retreated to the forest, to read it again in a secure place, far from the evil lizards.

Then he clumsily scribbled a reply at the back of the same parchment. Writing in civilized letters still was hard on him, he preferred his runes, but he figured the witch would not understand them and rune-readers were thin on the ground on Gobaith since the Jarl had taken his family to the safety on the mainlands.

Hej hora,
You want any business with the Mark, you turn to me. Leave the children out of the game, or you'll regret it for the rest of your sorry, short life.
Agrimur Farenson
The last Marker


It took him over an hour to catch one of Rhianna's now half-wild ravens, that had been scattered to the four winds just like the Markers. Then he send the reply, and went on to skin his stag. All the time he had a rather grim expression on his haggard, ruggedly bearded face.

((PO Vigalf is inactive and unreachable, at least he did not answer to my last mails concerning the Mark. :( ))
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Leaning over the crib to gently touch the beauty of her babe only a month in this life, Kyre finally acknowledged Will could be right. Perhaps she has changed some, maybe a little softer and less concerned about revenge yet more concerned what she would teach him when older. Is justice too much to wish their son to learn? Of course she was protective, she could also argue that Will had changed too. Dark eyes watching that small hand reach for her gloved cold hand, Kyre begins to frown. Will had no fear about one thing though, she would allow no harm to come to their son. Holding up the parchment delivered by a wild raven..one not of Nargun, Kyre read the obviously painstakingly wrought lettering again. Alright, no need to fear the Jarl finding and harming her child, but what about these descendents of his? Were they ones to bear watching, would they harm this child of a witch? Perhaps she would make an effort to see this "last Marker" from a distance just to make sure her family was safe yet if not, this Agrimur Farenson would feel the wrath of the witch that last fought those barbarians.
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Several days had passed without the witch coming to haunt him, but Agrimur did not be as foolish as to suppose he was safe yet. Oh no. He was far from being safe.
For the first time in months, if not one and a half year, he was glad his wife had left him for good. Glad that his daughters were not with him, but far away - somewhere he would never be able to find them. Tanora, he did not even know where to look for them! Had she gone back to the Serinjah wastelands? Or had she travelled to one of the towns of Albar, or Salkamar, or had she even chosen to live amongst the elves of Vanima? Whereever Varei was, she was out of the witch's reach, as well. And with her, his daughters were safe, too.

Agrimur had been to Vanima before. He hated that place. He was scared as hell of that place. Still, he had been there, asked if his family was there. The answer hat been a clear no. He did not trust elves, he was not as foolish as that, either.
But he did not have it in him to pick a fight with a whole bunch of them. He had no strength to fight a war on his own. It was hopeless. His children, the most precious thing in his life, were gone for good.

And it was his fault as well as theirs. The elves and mages had taught him to fear them. But by fearing them, he had driven Varei out of his life. He had driven his wild little Villimey and the sweet, kind Ásrún out of his life. He would never forgive himself for that.
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