The continued adventures of not Vikings

[Dekaru]

Demonstrating an extreme lack of care for his brothers health, Gwain continues on his way towards the cellar with narry a concern for his Robillards missing eye. Thistle, equally uncaring though much more excusable, follows after with Robillard in tow (perhaps he was always missing the eye?). With Frey’s forces now entering the forts center the odd trio hurry towards the kitchen while trying not to draw attention to their activities. Arriving at the door it is quickly revealed the way is barred undoubtedly by terrified peasants inside. Far beyond caring for negotiating with those that may be inside Robillard kicks the door in one mighty go and the loud crash of breaking wood responds as the door flings wide open.

Pathetic whimpers from a group of five starving peasants hiding in a corner greet the trio as they enter. No caller hatch or door is immediately visible within though the poor lighting and dirty hay on the floor may be hiding the cellers entrance.

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Leewan, somehow teleporting from the walls to the fort gate, surprised Frey with his forwardness and the suddenness of his question. Looking back towards the gate Frey responds to Leewan inquiry “I’m afraid the cadaver you speak of could barely be called such. It is painful to say it but the late King was mutilated terribly and is an unfitting sight for any honest man. I’ve ordered he be brought down and burned alongside those who have fallen here today. Better his son only see ashes.”

Turning back to Leewan Lord Frey raises an eyebrow and says “You say your brother slayed the Lich? I did not think the monster would be present. I didn’t know the church had sent the means to fell the creature with us.”