It is the 10th day after Imbolc and the cold winter winds still bite at bare skin as they blow down from the mountains and through the valley. Though maybe a little less fiercely than two moons ago.
There is some protection at least behind the palisades in our new hunting ground, the besieged village of Moragh and its’ surrounds. The weather is less harsh here than out on the plains of Lacheish where the Koragg Village still lies, semi-frozen and silent.
Chief Torin of Moragh has been under siege almost constantly from the Vanir as they encroach further and further into the valley. His warriors fight bravely but are dwindling in number. Koragg Clan were small in number too, after the Winter’s trials. After discussions between Kathal, Chieftain of the Koragg and Torin, Chieftain of the Moragh, a fight to the death was arranged between the champions of each Clan, under the rules of Fir Far. The winning Clan’s Chieftain to have control of the Village.
Lachann for the Koragg and Feanna for the Moragh met outside the walls of the village. Both fought bravely and Lachann won the battle.
Now Clan Koragg share the village, patrolling the valley and the Village’s defences, helping Chief Torin and his Clansmen defend against the constant Vanir attacks
So how many do we number in Moragh now?
For the fullblood Koragg we have:
Erathorn, Leader of the Ravens
Lachann, Wolfskin Alpha
Evaine, Elder and advisor to the Chief
Torrian, Elder and Seer
Dimie, son of Grendar
And Edelhan, of whom I know little. lost to the Clan for some time and now returned.
And for the new non-blood kinsmen we have:
Yazorin, master of the elements
myself, Tielan. Elder and voice of reason, I’m told.
There are others too, newly arriving from outlying camps and settlements, clanless today but maybe not tomorrow. We will see.
The festival of Imbolc was this year held in Moragh. The Spring Queen and her Champion were elected. Evaine of the Koragg was elected the Spring Queen and Asator of the hand of Ibis her Champion. Maybe the blessings they promised the gathered crowd will herald the start of the long-awaited thaw.
And so we look to the future.
There is a sense of purpose now in the actions of my newfound Kinsmen and those that came with me from Brandoc to join them.
There is much to be done. Homes to rebuild, provisions to stockpile, weapons and friendships to forge.
Just a quick update from your favorite Cimmerian Guild. Clan Koragg hit renown level 10 tonight! *The crowd goes wild* Ive noticed we have enough resorces to build a Megalith right away, so once the guys and girls have voted on which one. We'll be building that
Thank you to the ever lasting efforts of our members!
I spoke with B.B. King today... he saw these screenshots from our very own Lachann and decided to join Clan Koragg too! Some might say I'm lying... which I am... but none the less! Here are some awesome screenshots of our adventures!
OOC: Well there's a big chunk of RP missing between here and the last time there was any updates. But he's the latest part of our adventures
Perhaps it was because Kathal and Edelhan were getting old, they took the challenge so easily. Trying to prove themselves still fit for their positions within the Clan. To fight, to educate and to lead. Perhaps it was partly to do with Edelhan's since found son, Candor. Who was affected some three years ago by the same Werewolf Alpha. Plaguing him the same way it did Varissa, though ultimately driving him to his end.
Whatever their reasons a dim lit fire and late night talks spurred their actions. Speculations began to fly around the gathered Kin. What truly were the reason's behind the Haunted Forest being so? Was it as one suggested, perhaps the god Jhebbal Sag? The one who roams the Black Kingdoms and Pictlands.. the god of all beasts who lurk and skulk in the wild places. It is said the satisfaction of his primordial needs are his goals. For countless years he has loped through his wild lands in the form of one great beast or another.. they were after all close to the borders...
Another thought it to be a curse by the ancient Cimmerian's themselves. Specter's of Chieftain's past coming back to haunt those who steal from the dead, practice their sorcery and even try to open the House of Crom itself. A devilish curse sent to exact revenge on the Vanir.
Could it be a working of the Malicious Shadows.. spirits cloaked in the rags of Acheron. Zealous protectors of the relics of that ancient empire. So the tales go: These shadows are often found acting as the guardians of long forgotten tombs or caches of hidden treasure. They take a supernatural pleasure in tearing flesh from bone, preferably while their victim lives. Once their victims are dead, Shadows lose interest in the game and leave the torn, bloodied corpses where they lie.
Though at the end of it all, speculation and superstition was never something taken seriously. Especially by two of the Koragg's most seasoned warriors. Countless battles Kathal and Edelhan had fought along side one another. This simply another hard day's duty for them both.
As the talks came to an end. Kathal gathered his horse, saddling it up and draped it in the usual cold steel armor. Checking both swords quickly he was then satisfied enough to leave. Barking in his almost trademark way, Varissa and Grihm were instructed to close the gates behind them. None were to leave the outpost this night.
They tried to enjoy the ride to Wolves Pass, taking it slowly and exchanging words along their way. The sun setting slowly over them both and nightfall quickly setting in. Almost to Edelhan's surprise. as they reached the small camp there were in fact local Clansmen there alive and well.. though Kathal did tell him so earlier.. There was little the two could do now though but wait.
Deciding to catch some sleep they both retired to separate tents. Kathal caught very little.. spending his time sharpening his blade, double and triple checking his armor and covering his face in the traditional blue woad. As always failure was no option for him, though death was certainly a possible outcome.
Finally the sun set and night fell. A brightly lit full moon taking its place in the sky.The sound that followed was of course the echoing howl of the werewolf Alpha. Signalling that he was awake.. nearby and on the hunt. Now in hot pursuit, so were two of Clan Koragg's first Wolfskins. Two aged and seasoned warriors draped in the Wolfskin pelt, seeking to dethrone a Werewolf Alpha. To succeed in the hunt...claim the kill... reap the glory
It took them little time to find the Alpha. Strutting around with his horde of young-lings around him. Howling loudly to rally the rest of the pack. Both Kathal and Edelhan knew they needed to strike fast before the rest arrived. The Lawgiver explained in his usual heavy Cimmerian accent "We need to work together, one of us distracts and the other strikes." they both knew teamwork was the key. Make the Alpha commit to an attack and have the other counter.
They lured him into the open... the Alpha Werewolf snarling and growling as he approached. Kathal and Edelhan ran together headlong towards the beast before breaking at the last moment. One going left, the other going right. The beast took the bait, turning his attention to Edelhan, snapping his jaws viciously. Kathal saw his opening, slashing the beast's back. Drawing first blood.
The beast quickly responded lashing out for him, though this time it was Edelhan landing the counter. Striking hard with his mace, taking the wolf's feet from under him.. it came down hard with a thud on the ground. Their dance of claw and steel continued for some minutes as the two of them grinded away at the beast. Lacerations and vicious strikes from the mace finally became too much..
He finally fell.. and the Koragg veteran's ended its miserable life together. A sword into the chest and a mace to the face.. Crushing his skull and tearing its heart from body. They savored the kill both bloody and exhausted before taking their trophies.
Was it by chance that what happened next came to light? Kathal and Edelhan shared a laugh as they left. Both a bloody and sweaty mess. Though they weren't alone... somewhat uncharacteristic for the Vanir they sought to capture the two. Quickly they found themselves surrounded. Easily outnumbered more than ten to one.. with little choice they were forced to fight as the Vanir charged.
Kathal fought back to back with Edelhan, trying to focus on their left flank. Though quickly their sheer numbers became too great and an unforgiving blow from shield to face forced Kathal onto his back. A swift barrage of kicks and punches followed until relentlessly he fell unconscious.
Waking up some hours later, the sunlight caressed his skin. A cry of agony escaped Kathal's lips.. the severe kicking must have gone on through the night. His ribs black and blue.. both hands bound and him face down in the dirt. The Lawgiver was no where to be seen though.. where the **** was he? Kathal scanned his surroundings the best he could... no sign of him.
The beatings continued throughout the day, only stopping for an eccentric Vanir leader to continue his questioning.. "Tell us the way into the ****ing house of Crom!!" Kathal's answer was the same each time... one that was less than favorable... and the beatings continued.
This was no way to die.. bound and without weapon. Kathal cursed each and every one of them. "Lived through so much to be killed by the Vanir.." he thought to himself. One thing was for sure.. another beating or two would be his end. This time though, when he woke he was certain it was too late.. looking up he saw familiar faces... heard familiar voices. Perhaps he was dead already... Slipping back into his unconscious state as what looked like his Kin foughing wildly around him