The sailors took most things of value from the ship and divided it up amongst those on the Siren's Call. The bodies of our comrades who had been killed by the pirates were neatly lined up on a crude, handcrafted rafts created by the Siren's Call's carpenter, Crusty. Then, we sent them out to see. Veran shot flaming arrows at the rafts, setting them alight so that the sea creatures will not get a chance to nibble on their flesh. 881Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsLYtXnPyMX
The pirates, however, were dropped into the sea, like they deserved. Using their ship for spare resources, Crusty was able to mostly repair the mast. Though most of the middeck was still badly ravaged from the cannonballs.
Still, before I knew it, we were back on track. Within the week, we docked at the town of Riverwallow. Towards the center of the town, the great spires of Riverwallow's famous cathedral towered over the town. It was an impressive feat of architecture,
A sense of melancholy could be felt as we stepped off the ship, now one man less than before.
We decided to gather around a table in the corner of the local tavern, the Mushy Onion. We ordered cheap ale, and Marius sat a map of the north out on the table.
"None of us know the north quite like a native would," Marius said, motioning towards the map while looking at me.
I leaned over the map, tracing my finger along the western coast until I found Riverwallow. I gently traced a path north, to where Fort Grey stood over the river Baleford. It was the only crossing over the wide river for miles. The nearest one was many miles up river, where my home stood.
"Fort Grey is our best option across the river. I hope your army left the place intact," I commented, unable to keep a hint of bitterness from my tone.
"The bridge itself was left intact, yes," Calavius chimed in.
"Good. We cross the Baleford there. That will put us at the edge of the Screaming Plains. This time of year, the mammoths roam there, along with many dangerous predators that are capable hunting them. It would be fastest if we went straight across, but safer if we went around." Many hunters of the north also frequented the plains, seeking to prove their worth, or bring home a glorious trophy. Father was one of the many men to go on hunting trips here. I remembered his greatest trophy, the head of a giant black drake, creatures similar to dragons in size and shape, only they lacked sentience, wings, and the ability to breath fire.
"I say we go around. Too risky, and we're in no desperate rush," Marius said. So, I traced a path around the Screaming plains. There were several towns along the edge of the Screaming plains we could stop at, so it was definitely better that we went around.881Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZQeP6vOZ5r
My finger came to rest on the city of Phey. It was settled right on the border of the Weygate region. I'd been there many times to attend events that other lords in the north would host. It was built among grandiose elven ruins. The name of the city itself was elvish too, for something I couldn't quite remember.881Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2sJodjNfhm
"This would be our last stop before we went into the mountains."881Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYUV1BITUEx
Marius nodded. "If you say that's the best route, then that's the way we'll go."881Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm9eiNVCfKP
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We stayed at Riverwallow for the night, and then purchased horses and some supplies to last us until we got to the next town. The horse I chose was a quiet black mare called Angrid. She was sweet and gentle. 881Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaxaG9MA2lI
We left town, following the old cobblestone river that ran alongside the Baleford river north.881Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf1MwibDlWe
