At the river mouth of Troll's Veine.
"West." - "South?!" - "West!" - "Nay, south!!" The young hunter answered with less and less nerves. "Tavern?!" Although her suggestion appeared appealing, Agrimur rolled his eyes and shook his head, answering to his sister: "Nay, we should head south." - "Why?" Her eyebrow rose in confusion, disbelief and impatience. He sighed, looked up, and then answered as if he was explaining a simple fact like grass is green to a little child. "If he'd been floated west, there'd be screaming an' shoutin' from Farmer's Union, so loud, tha' ye'd have ter cover yer ears even up here, aye? So he has been floated ter the south, or he drowned." - "Or both!" - "Aye, now ye understand what I'm talkin' about."
Without another word, the two hunters grabbed their tensioned bows, passing south, their eyes staring watchfully at the bank towards the skeleton woods. Whoever saw them had to take them for siblings, perhaps even for twins. Fenra's hair had darkened throughout the last winter, in fact, and its brown shimmer built a nice contrast to Grimm's nordic blond, but their green eyes still were the very same.
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Agrimur Farenson
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The bank soon became a shore, as they left the river and moved alongside the coast. Agrimur's green eyes flickered to the woods from time to time, checking the gaps between the trees for enemies, just in case.
He was small for a Norodaj, perhaps 1,7m high. For his 18 years, he was still pretty skinny, but his shoulders had started to grow broader whilst his hip was still as slim as a boy's.
He wore shabby leather armour, and a wolf fur around his shoulders to keep him warm. His weapons were a short bow and arrows, completed by his hatchet and dagger. As another sign of his origin, he had braided his blond hair partially, and dispensed with shaving his few first stubbles. Like his sister, he had a leather string around his neck, holding a wolfamutlett. It was the most obvious sign for them being part of Nordmark, yet not of the Drachenklan.
They rested at a small bay, in sight of an even tinier island. Grimm watched their surroundings, but although the environment was dangerous, he could not stop enjoying the fact that once again, he came to spend more time with his twin sister, even if it was on a mission for their Jarl.
He was small for a Norodaj, perhaps 1,7m high. For his 18 years, he was still pretty skinny, but his shoulders had started to grow broader whilst his hip was still as slim as a boy's.
He wore shabby leather armour, and a wolf fur around his shoulders to keep him warm. His weapons were a short bow and arrows, completed by his hatchet and dagger. As another sign of his origin, he had braided his blond hair partially, and dispensed with shaving his few first stubbles. Like his sister, he had a leather string around his neck, holding a wolfamutlett. It was the most obvious sign for them being part of Nordmark, yet not of the Drachenklan.
They rested at a small bay, in sight of an even tinier island. Grimm watched their surroundings, but although the environment was dangerous, he could not stop enjoying the fact that once again, he came to spend more time with his twin sister, even if it was on a mission for their Jarl.
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Fenramur Farendottir
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One hand on her hatchet, the other holding her bow, the young huntress searched the ground for any signs of Chief Rugh'toh.
Wearing a new and light hunting armor, her trained body moved through the gras, avoiding any sounds, ready to react on everything that might cross her path. Her hair, braided to stay out of her face, her wolf-amulet and the choice of equipment were proof of her nordic origin.
The filled bag made it clear: she was expecting a long walk...
Wearing a new and light hunting armor, her trained body moved through the gras, avoiding any sounds, ready to react on everything that might cross her path. Her hair, braided to stay out of her face, her wolf-amulet and the choice of equipment were proof of her nordic origin.
The filled bag made it clear: she was expecting a long walk...
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It was the next morning, and after a short breakfast, they discussed further actions.
"We should go over there..." Agrimur narrowed his eyes, trying to have a closer look on the island, but reeds and underwood handicaped his view.
Taking off his armour, and folding it around his bow, he hid both under a stump at the bank. While Fenra did the very same thing, making sure that their weapons weren't viewable from the forest, they both waded the water until it was so deep they had to start swimming.
Sand, rocks and palm trees were the only things they found, no sign of the chief, and nothing else of importance. Swimming back, they proceeded south, enjoying the first lights of the new day.
"We should go over there..." Agrimur narrowed his eyes, trying to have a closer look on the island, but reeds and underwood handicaped his view.
Taking off his armour, and folding it around his bow, he hid both under a stump at the bank. While Fenra did the very same thing, making sure that their weapons weren't viewable from the forest, they both waded the water until it was so deep they had to start swimming.
Sand, rocks and palm trees were the only things they found, no sign of the chief, and nothing else of importance. Swimming back, they proceeded south, enjoying the first lights of the new day.
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Fenramur Farendottir
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It took almost a day to circle the southern forests. The sun was almost behind the horizon when they both stopped, alerted by the sound of talking voices right in front of them, behind a group of trees and undergrowth.
“He is still alive?” – “Yes…though his head’ll hurt for some days.” – “Good…lets hope those bastards pay good money for him…he was hard enough to catch anyway.” – “You’re right, I’ll hate him for my missing tooth…was my last one!” Harsh laughter sounded up and scared some birds away.
“Do ya think they have him?” she asked her brother, whispering. “Seems like it, aye.” His answer was as quiet as her question.
Slowly they got closer, avoiding any sounds and sudden movements, trying to get an overview of the situation.
“Two of them at the fire, one at that tent…and two guarding with bows…yer bow is ready?” He nodded “I’ll take the left one” and placed an arrow at his bowstring, before standing up, aiming and shooting before he was even recognized by their foes. His sister, doing the same, killed her enemy instantly, dropping the bow and ripping her hatchet and her dagger from her belt, running towards the bandit at the tent, killing him with her throwing-hatchet, heading towards the fireplace where two opponents got ready to defend themselves before her brother could reach them.
“He is still alive?” – “Yes…though his head’ll hurt for some days.” – “Good…lets hope those bastards pay good money for him…he was hard enough to catch anyway.” – “You’re right, I’ll hate him for my missing tooth…was my last one!” Harsh laughter sounded up and scared some birds away.
“Do ya think they have him?” she asked her brother, whispering. “Seems like it, aye.” His answer was as quiet as her question.
Slowly they got closer, avoiding any sounds and sudden movements, trying to get an overview of the situation.
“Two of them at the fire, one at that tent…and two guarding with bows…yer bow is ready?” He nodded “I’ll take the left one” and placed an arrow at his bowstring, before standing up, aiming and shooting before he was even recognized by their foes. His sister, doing the same, killed her enemy instantly, dropping the bow and ripping her hatchet and her dagger from her belt, running towards the bandit at the tent, killing him with her throwing-hatchet, heading towards the fireplace where two opponents got ready to defend themselves before her brother could reach them.
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"Hm... that ain't Rugh..." Examining the prisoner, Fenra looked up and beckoned Agrimur over. He breathed through deeply, and followed her gaze, groaning in disappointment. "Nay, 't is some Baner basterd." They looked at each other, as Fenramur answered "I think those basterds wanted ter blackmail Eliza... I have seen that guy talkin' ter her." - "Well, they won't now, aye? Nothin' we should do further about 't."
"Aye..." The young huntress got up and to the water, filling her bucket with the liquid cold. In the meantime, her brother unbinded the unconscious, murmuring something like "The lesser I see of him, the later I'm gonna kick his ass fer bein' so stupid." - "Aye," and she emptied her bucket above the man's head, splashing half of the water over her brother as well, "get up ya lazy idiot!" Grimm stood up with glistening eyes, and hissed "Ey, could ye be a little more careful with tha', er du snill?"
Looking down himself, he grumbled "Bah, I'm soakin' wet now..." Fenra laughed and kicked the man to get him awake, while she said "Calm down bro', it's a hot day". Rolling his eyes, Agrimur gave her a hand and the man a harsh slap in the face, what finally woke him up. "Aye... how ya sleepin' beauty?" she asked, grinning all over her face. "Get yer ass back ter Eliza, ye fool, before I change me mind..." Agrimur pulled the poor lad up, and jostled him out of the bandit camp. "We have no time fer this baggage, Fenra!" he told her, coming back, but silently so the man would not hear him.
Laughing, his sister agreed with him. "Let's go... maybe the orcs know some news... 't is obvious we can't find him this way..." - "Aye, I'm fed up with searchin' anyways." Still a unit, the twins proceeded north, having no trouble to find their way even in the upcoming darkness of the night.
"Aye..." The young huntress got up and to the water, filling her bucket with the liquid cold. In the meantime, her brother unbinded the unconscious, murmuring something like "The lesser I see of him, the later I'm gonna kick his ass fer bein' so stupid." - "Aye," and she emptied her bucket above the man's head, splashing half of the water over her brother as well, "get up ya lazy idiot!" Grimm stood up with glistening eyes, and hissed "Ey, could ye be a little more careful with tha', er du snill?"
Looking down himself, he grumbled "Bah, I'm soakin' wet now..." Fenra laughed and kicked the man to get him awake, while she said "Calm down bro', it's a hot day". Rolling his eyes, Agrimur gave her a hand and the man a harsh slap in the face, what finally woke him up. "Aye... how ya sleepin' beauty?" she asked, grinning all over her face. "Get yer ass back ter Eliza, ye fool, before I change me mind..." Agrimur pulled the poor lad up, and jostled him out of the bandit camp. "We have no time fer this baggage, Fenra!" he told her, coming back, but silently so the man would not hear him.
Laughing, his sister agreed with him. "Let's go... maybe the orcs know some news... 't is obvious we can't find him this way..." - "Aye, I'm fed up with searchin' anyways." Still a unit, the twins proceeded north, having no trouble to find their way even in the upcoming darkness of the night.