BrotherBand Chronicles: The Far White Tower.

((disclaimer: i do not own or pretend to own Brother Band Chronicles, or its Characters. i do however own my own characters and would like them to not be used.))

Chapter One.

Hal Sat by the fire in his mother's home, wondering what time Thorn and Stig were goign to arrive. as two of the more prominent members of his crew he thought that they should know. a few weeks past. in all a mere three months since they arrived back home at Hallashom, he had taken a job as a courier ship to one Diplomatice Server corps of Araluen. His crews job was goign to be the delievery of mission critical goods and documents to wherever Araluen operated. He was excited, the pay from the first job alone would set him up for almost an entire year.

the thunk of the wooden door in the annex of the home alerted him to the presence of the old one armed seawolf and his faithful first mate. inviting them in he sat them down and told them about the job. Lydia who had yet to move to the widows house in town arrived halfway through the conversation and merely laughed and said "when do we start"

Thats how this whole mess had started Hal thought to himself. Now here he was on the east coast of Araluen with no masts, no oars and no way home. After a Vicious storm had caught them in the Stormwhite between Skandia and Araluen he had decided to run the gauntlet and make for a port in Araluen. the storm had lasted for seven days. in that time Ingvar had cut his forearm on a rogue nail in the deckrail. Jesper had broken his leg when the mast came tumblign down. all in all. his crew was worse for the wear. no one had escaped without minor injuries. even Hal had a swollen lip where a stray rope had snapped and then hit him across the face.

the wooded and slightly marshy fenland where they were at currently was far from even a major town theat they coudl stop and repair at. so he was alone, with his crew in the middle of some gorlogg blasted swamp, and runnign out of water. Hal swore loudly and threw a bucket onto the slightly marshy sand of the beach he had set The Heron on.

The living quarters had gone up the first day they arrived and as they stayed for weeks they only got larger and fancier. Hal And lydia had seperate rooms, even thorn had his own lean too on the back of the shelter. the rest camped in the main sleepign quarters. there was a sectioned off pit with benches set in it for eating and an indoor fire. a clever use of canvas and stitching on Edvin's part had enabled for smoke to escape but no water to come in. It was to these quarters that Hal paced to from his ship. he looked at Wulf, or was it Ulf on gaurd duty and whoever they were saluted smartly and brushed aside the canvas flap.

Ingvar immieaditly moved to his side and the others, his entire crew looked up from the game of cards they were playing. lookign at him expectantly.

"im hiking north to see a Town on the coast line. i want two volunteers to come with me. its time we got this ship repaired." he had no more said volunteers than every hand shot in the air.

"draw straws, we leave in the hour" he replied brusquely.

and so it was that Lydia himself and Edvin started along a path that led north alogn the fenlands.