After the situation in Grakor was resolved, I returned home to face a much greater foe: dearest mother and father.
To say that they were unhappy with my career choice it would be an understatement, but they were even angrier at the idea that I was going to run off to join an highland moot to become a raider. A completely preposterous idea I told them, I would rather found my own moot and have them work as official corsairs for Throal.
This I quickly realised was not the right answer and after some shouting that rivalled the days before I started on the path of the Gauntlet, I acquiesced to my parents request that if I was going to be gallivanting on airships I would do it properly and by properly they meant as part of the Throalic air navy.
This is how I found myself spending the next month or two studying for the Admiralty Board's Standard Test for Crew & Officers of Aerial Vessels, Boats, and Related Conveyances. I now wonder if that test was an early sign of Dis' influence, on Throal, but I digress.
It was thus that Sandrin found me trying to memorize the right procedures for an airship leaving dock during a thunderstorm, between and sundown and sunset, while carrying a diplomatic mission and cattle. Sandrin was looking for some assistance in a diplomatic mission to a village to the north, between the Sevros and the Serpent, which, not being "read endless regulations about the minutias of managing an airship within a sealed kaer", was significantly more appealing than my current endeavour. Furthermore I could get some actual training and justify it to the parents.
We left the next day, together with Jael, now riding a griffin, and Daldorer. The trip was mostly uneventful other than an ambush by a number of Stone Lion who took down Daldorer before we could react. After that first onslaught we took them down without too much problem, even if Sandrin took a nasty wound.
We reached the village on new year's eve and there was no one around. Eventually after some shouted greetings, a couple of people reluctantly made their way to us and we proceeded with the greeting rituals. They directed us to the windmill where we found the headsman, he seemed really cagey and worried about something and eventually Sandrin got him to talk.
There was a band of thieves led by an ork Troubadour who had been keeping the village under their thumb for almost a year and they were coming tonight to extract their tribute. We immediately offered to deal with this problem for them and planned how to best ambush the bandits.
A few hours later the bandits arrived, overconfidently fell into our trap and then we made short work of them thanks in large part to the amount of terror Daldorer instilled in them.
With the bandits removed, the village sprang to life, the tribute was used for a new year's feast, and Sandrin got the trade agreement he was looking for.Statistics:Posted by sigfriedmcwild — Thu Jun 25, 2020 10:35 pm
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