Chapter 16- Slayer Scrolls
Chapter 13- Chrissy/Borazon and Samuel
Day 13 evening – Wolf in human guyize
Deadman's Drink Falls Creek
The wooden door to the Inn slowly opens with a loud creaking sound causing everyone to stop in mid action as the dark figure of Chancellor Bogroll distastefully glares in at the humble town's folks. Bogroll extravagantly retrieves a small ivory box from the pouch on his belt and sniffs the fragrant aroma, he snaps it closed with a hard click and places it back in his pouch before he stalks into the fire pit. He doesn't even give the peasants a side glance for no one dared to even approach him. Several of the town's folk inch away from the door as he enters. While the Chancellor was watching some of the some, others surreptitiously pull out the small bags of wolfvane and make sure that the silver rings and amulets they wore were very visible. All took note of his wounds, but no one dares to make a move at the Chancellor as they all had been warned by the Priest what might happened if anything should happen to him.
"Bar Keep." Bogroll calls out as he approaches the bar.
"Yes." Valga answers as she stops kneading the bread dough she was working on and picks up a large marble rolling pin.
"I wish to know where the one that took the werewolf on is." Bogroll says as he tightly grips the counter between them causing the wood to slightly crack beneath his hands.
"I don't know." Valga answers as she holds the rolling pin like it was a sword in a guard position.
"Isn't he staying here?" Bogroll inquires as he sees she is not even flinching.
"No."
"This is the only Inn."
"Yeah, but he is gone."
"That quick."
Valga just shrugs her shoulders.
"Really." Bogroll growls out causing a few of the patrons to grab for their weapons but none draw them.
"Yeah."
"Where is the room he was in." Bogroll inquires as he carefully eyes each patron.
"It was that one, but it's empty now." Valga says as she indicates which room with a nod of her head all the while not flinching under his cold gaze.
He goes over to the room and sees that there is nothing left. Bogroll angerly kicks the chair that was in the room into the wall. The chair breaks into pieces but does nothing to calm Bogroll. Several of the patrons get up and move away from the room as quickly as possible while one or two slip out the entrance of the Inn.
"Do you know where he is?" Bogroll barks as he stomps out of the room and up to the bar.
"No." Valga snaps back while she silently orders the others to stand down as some had risen to attack him when he went into the room.
"Do any of you know where he is?" Bogroll demands as he turns on people in the room.
"He who?" Someone asks in the dark of the shadows.
"The one who took on the werewolf what was his name." Bogroll retorts in with flare nostrils.
"We all took it on. And you know who we are. The stranger is gone." Another town folk states and takes a drink.
"Really what of his animals."
"Guess you'll have to go there and find out. We don't keep track after they leave." Valga replies.
Bogroll sneers a little at her but turns and heads to the stables to see for himself.
Once Bogroll had slammed the door behind him the towns folk started to talk but Valga stops them.
"Just eat and drink no talk his kind have good hearing." Valga warns.
"He should just…" Someone goes to say.
"No... You heard what was said." Valga orders.
"But we can't just let him."
"If we do anything they will come down on us and the empire will help." Valga informs them.
"But he's."
"Yes, we all know what he is and that is why we can't do it."
"Why?"
"I said you just drink and eat for now." Valga orders this time in a tone of voice that left no room for argument as she eyes the door.
Falls Creek Stables
Graffnar is putting away Ember while Zira is just putting her own horse away as Volkana unloads her cart when Bogroll stocks in bellowing. "Where is he?"
"I am right here what do you want?" Graffnar snaps as he saw who came into his stable.
"I don't want you."
"I don't want you either. So why are you here?" Graffnar dead pans causing Volkana to snort and look at the man in with new sense of respect.
"I want to know where the stranger who took on the werewolf is?"
"This is a barn you know where animals rest not people so he's not here." Graffnar snaps back as he grabs a pitchfork and begins shoveling shit and dumping into the cart right next to where Bogroll was standing.
"His goat where is it?"
"I got this old nag here. That is Zira's horse but no goats. I don't know what the Jarl's stables have." Graffnar loudly snorts as goes to drop a fresh pile of horse shit into the cart making sure to get as closed to the elf as possible without touching him. "I have been thinking about getting one. Lotz wants a dog."
"I might take both. If I can find one as brave as that goat." Lotz remarks as he comes in and drops off a box of horseshoes.
"So, he has come back?"
"Who?" Lotz asks as he puts down the box and pulls off a battle axe from his back that clearly held the crest of the vampire queen on it.
"The stranger who took on the werewolf." Bogroll says as he eyes the axe that Lod had just removed from his back.
"Yeah, the old man is gone." Graffnar answers while dumping another pile.
"What was the strangers name?"
"Kid's name was Samuel the old man he calls gramps." Lotz answers as he stood off to the side with his axe in hand.
"Is there a reason you people have your weapons drawn. Could it be you are afraid of me?"
"As you know there was a werewolf attack, and it wasn't under the full moon but about this time of day. There were also three vampires that were killed nearby." Lotz answers as he too shows his own axe. "That is why."
"Vampires killed?" Bogroll smiles.
"Yeah, about four or five days ago."
"How do you know that three vampires were killed they supposedly turn to dust?" Bogroll smugly inquires.
"Well, the stranger sold me the armor." Lotz answers. "I just made this axe out of it."
"Why?" Bogroll says as he steps back from the axe that was suddenly up in his face.
"It was too burned to ever be used as armor again. The stranger and his axe inspired me to turn it into an axe."
"Really so an old man killed them and took on a werewolf I find that hard to believe."
"Never said he killed them. He said that he found it on his way here." Lod answers
"Did he say where he was going?"
"North I think." Lotz says.
"I thought it was south." Graffnar barks out.
"I heard East." Zira says.
"Nah I heard West." Volkana injects with a smile as he knew they were messing with the elf and he wanted in.
"Where is the herbalist?"
"I am here." Zira replies from inside of her horses' stall while she hides one hand behind her back as she begins to prep a spell.
"The stranger what was his name?"
"The boy called him grandpa."
"You people are not being helpful."
"We haven't lied to you and told you what you asked." Zira tells him.
"Do you know where he is?" Bogroll demands with a growl causing the horses to spook.
"Chancellor Bogroll. What are you doing out of bed?" The voice of the healer calls out in a voice that of a father scolding a child as he comes through the barn door.
"I..I came to see the one who.. I don't need to explain myself to you." Bogroll snaps back.
"That is where you are wrong. You see I am the healer sent by the High Council and if I were to send back a report on your injuries and how you refused to listen to my orders how long do you think you would remain here?" The Healer warned.
"You are a human." The elf snaps back.
"I am a healer who by your own law and the orders of the High Council you must listen too when you are injured like you are. Now you will return to your bed chamber and rest. I will continue with your healing when I too have rested. If I hear you have left that chamber other than to bathe, eat, or use the privy I will send for another Chancellor and Inquisitor immediately." The Healer warns than turns to Nenya and says, "I am ordering you to have a guard placed on his door since he doesn't want to listen."
"Yes sir." Nenya answers as she comes in behind him with four guards close behind her.
"Really little sister you think you have the right to."
"She may not but I do. Now go." The healer barks.
"Fine but I want to know where the stranger is."
"I had him leave." Nenya answers.
"Why?"
"I didn't want trouble." Nenya tells him as she removes his sword.
"So, he is trouble?"
Nenya only just indicates that he needs to leave by having the guards surround him with their weapons drawn. Bogroll begrudgingly follows them out the door.
"Damn I hate that shit head." Volkana remarks as he watches them leave.
"You and everyone else in this town." Graffnar interjects then asks Lotz. "Why the hell did you bring those here I didn't order any."
"Needed a reason to come over." Lotz answers
"Why?"
"Just in case that shit changed."
"Thanks"
"No problem."
"So that Axe is really from the armor?"
"Yeah."
"Why are you guys scared of him he is only one elf?" Volkana snaps.
"You saw his injuries?" Lotz asks.
"Yeah. So." Volkana remarks back.
"Those are the exact same injuries that the stranger caused to the werewolf." Graffnar says as he makes sure not to use Borazon's name.
"So, someone kicked his ass just like…." Volkana starts to say when realizes what they were telling him. "By the nine he has some set on him for coming here after what he did looking like that."
"He knows that even though we know what he is and what he has done, we can't touch him cause if we do the empire will back him." Graffnar retorts.
"Then what the hell can be done. He can't get away with killing that poor little girl." Volkana demands.
"We prep for his attack." Zira tells them.
"All I have is this old mace for protection." Graffnar remarks as he picks it up from the wall right next to him.
"I can add some runes on your stable doors to keep him from entering." Zira offers.
"Thanks, but couldn't it just go through the walls."
"We place the runes on all the sides of the building, and it should work overtime. If you haven't noticed I have them all over my shop."
"Wont it drain you."
"No, they are runes draw their power not from the caster but from different sources."
"What source?" Graffnar asks.
"Time."
"Huh?" Graffnar, Lotz, and Volkana say at the same time.
"The longer the time object has the runes on them the stronger the barrier becomes." Zira explains.
"What does it bar from entering?" Lotz asks.
"The unnatural. So, it should work against not just the werewolf but the vampires. But remember it won't stop them when we first put it on."
"What will it do to them?"
"I think it will be like a slight headache to start but the longer the runes are on the more painful it will be for them. In time them will not even dare to come near."
"Will it work on weapons?"
"Couldn't hurt."
"I got this knife can you add some runes on it too? I'll sweep your shop for a week." Volkana barters.
"Okay. What do you need?" Graffnar agrees.
"Lotz I will need your help for the weapons."
"Forge is still hot."
"Good lets go over there and I'll add them it shouldn't take long."
"When you have time, you can add them to my doors if you like. For payment I won't charge you for the stall for a month."
"Okay."
Jarl's Lodge
"We can only keep him locked in the bed for about a week." The healer quietly remarks to Nenya as they follow the guards to the Jarl's lodge.
"I have already sent word to the High Council of what has happened." Nenya tells him.
"As if they will do anything." The healer remarks.
"Well if they hear from you and me."
"An inquest requires three to speak against him."
"I am sure the Jarl will send word."
"I am not sure that will be enough."
"True but what else can we do?"
"Nothing I will heal and then I will continue." Bogroll sneers as he goes into the bedroom and slams the door.
"Yes, you will heal, and you will stay there until I say otherwise." The healer barks through the door.
The guards remain behind while the healer and Nenya heads back outside. Once the guards were sure no one saw them each pulls out a pouch from their necks.
"Wish we had more than these." One quietly mutters while the others just nod their heads.
Outside at Lotz's Forge
"Are you sure that this will do anything?" Volkana loudly asks.
"No but it is better than what we have now."
"What is going on here?" Nenya asks as she comes up the steps to Lod's Forge.
"We are adding runes to our weapons." Lod answers.
"That is a great idea. Might I send a few guards over at a time so that they too can add them to their weapons?" Nenya asks.
"I am sweeping her shop and Graffnar is letting her horse stay free for a month." Volkana coldly tells her.
"Would 5 gold per weapon you add a rune too be fair?"
"Yes."
"She is putting them on my stable too." Graffnar informs her.
"Can you teach others these runes?" Nenya inquires.
"Yes, they are very basic."
"I will pay you 10 gold per guard you teach these runes to." Nenya offers.
"Why?" Volkana demands.
"Very simple the more who know the more who can have weapons and buildings with these runes on them." Nenya tells him. "I am also willing to pay you a monthly stiffen of a free bath at the bath house and 5 gold a month if you will plant and tend to wolfvane all around the outside of the wall."
"15 gold a week. I'll think on the bath." Volkana retorts.
"5 gold a week and you must agree also a bath a week." Nenya affirms.
"10 gold a week and maybe one bath a month."
"I will agree 10 gold a week and you must take a bath every other week or no deal."
"Fine I can rinse myself off."
"No, a real bath with soap, hot water and clean clothes." Nenya counters
"I don't have any other clothes."
"Then I suggest with your first 10 you get another set."
"If I agree you pay for at least one private time a month for me."
"10 gold a week and a bath every other week which will be prepaid for you in turn you will plant and tend the wolfvane all around the wall."
"Fine."
"Zira, I would like to speak with you privately for a moment." Nenya says.
"Go ahead it will take a few moments to heat this blade but stay close." Lotz tells her.
The two females head off to the shadows where they spoke quietly.
"Do you have anything that will cause my brother to sleep. It must work quickly, and he shouldn't be able to smell or tell what it is." Nenya says.
"I have been thinking on that and you can thank young Samuel that I have some. He picked and found some Naco berries. We add them to his wine it should keep him asleep for about a day. But we cannot do it every day we will have to change it up.." Zira says.
"Do you have something else as powerful as the Naco berries?"
"Not quite. I think instead of sleeping make him sick."
"How?"
"With this." Zira answers as she shows her a small glass bottle containing some fine reflective powder.
"What is it?"
"Don't get mad it won't kill him, but he should get very sick."
"What is it?"
"Your jarl had Lod sharpen a sword and that knife you wear, and this is the filings from it."
"I don't know."
"It won't kill him it will just make his other side very sick." Zira affirms to her.
"Okay we cause him to sleep one day while we change him to being sick when he wont sleep. We keep it going as long as we can or until another Chancellor and or Inquisitor shows up." Nenya says.
"I don't think having him stay in the Jarl's lodge is a good idea for it is a central location." Zira remarks.
"True… When he is asleep I will have him moved to the jail that is located at the wall. That should give the guards a better chance of keeping eye on him." Nenya openly informs.
"How long do you think it will be before the another Chancellor and or Inquisitor shows?" Zira asks.
"I don't know I sent word as soon as I saw him today."
"I don't like having another Chancellor here but why ask for an Inquisitor? They are nothing but trouble."
"It is best as an Inquisitor can overrule both Chancellors and they have the authority to kill another elf without worry of retribution."
"What if they take his side?"
"As long as we can prove he is what we think he is they won't. And if you are asked if you supplied this. You know nothing." Nenya says she walks them back to the forge.
That last comment surprised Zira greatly but she quickly schooled her face as not to reveal it. "Send me two guards at a time."
"Lotz I will pay you 10 gold per guard too for your time on the weapons." Nenya says as she leaves to send the guards.
Runil's Hut Next to the Hall of the Dead
Runil stood next to the door with a knife in one hand while his other hand start to crackle with soft light when he heard a soft knock. "Who is it?"
"It's Rimeneer." The voice answered, causing Runil to open the door slowly. When he just sees a guard he raises an eye until Borazon steps from the shadows and he opens the door enough for them both to enter.
As they enter, Borazon quickly scans the room that was lit by a small stone fireplace that doubled as a cooking area. While he notes a small table fill with food and a couple of chairs next to it, but what really caught his attention was his grandson sleeping in a bed next a whole wall that was a bookshelf stocked full of books and scrolls. Borazon goes over and checks on Samuel. When he approaches the bed, he sees that on the other side was his own belongings.
"You should be good here." Rimeneer tells Borazon just before he turns to head back out the door.
"You should stay a few just in case." Runil interject to the guard.
"Not a good idea. Nenya has a plan, and she needs all guards at their posts."
"Good."
"Have you had a chance to spell anyone's weapons?" Rimeneer asks.
"Just his sword." Runil says as he indicates Borazon.
"Well, us guards were hoping you might be able to get ours as soon as possible with what's going on."
"The steward and I have contacted the Dusk Riders and asked for them to send some of their people."
"Who is that?"
"Werewolf hunters."
"When do you think they'll come?"
"Hopefully soon."
"Say a prayer for us." Rimeneer asks as he leaves.
"I have already but I will again." Runil says as he closes the door.
"Thank you for taking care of him." Borazon quietly tells the elf.
"It is no trouble."
"Not even with Bogroll here?"
"If you are worried that he may come looking for you here. You need not. He never has had reason to come to the hall of the dead or my hut." Runil tells Borazon as he fixes the large, tired man a plate of food.
"Why are so many helping us?" Borazon asks as he takes the food and sits down at the table to eat.
"No one here likes Bogroll plus you and yours took on a werewolf. That says a lot about you." Runil says as he sits down next to him. "Would you like me to say prayer, or do you wish to say one to Talos?
"You know?"
"Yes, and if he is or isn't one of the divine it's not for me to judge." The elf tells him as he says a silent prayer over his own food while Borazon did the same with his food.
The two ate in silence for a short time until
"Aren't they afraid?" Borazon asks.
"We are a strong people."
"As soon as Samuel is ready, we will leave."
"There is no hurry in fact I believe the towns folk would prefer to have you hear until the werewolf is dealt with."
"I can't do much to protect anyone if I am hiding here."
"Just having you close putts many of them at ease."
"So, tell me about this Bogroll guy."
"Bogroll as you more than likely know is Nenya's older brother. Bogroll and Nenya are children of tailers and didn't have much. That didn't stop Bogroll he always wanted power. Nenya became a scribe for the Norable family when suddenly he went from being just a soldier to captain in just a few short years. Now less than a year later he is a Chancellor." Runil informs Borazon between bites.
"Wait you don't mean the Norable family who lost almost every single member of their family in a fire? From what I understand they were quite a powerful family."
"You know about that?" Runil asks in surprise.
"Many Stormcloaks celebrate the death of any elves no matter how." Borazon regretfully informs him.
"Yes. The only survivor was their second son Jamueal who happened to be at a party when it happened." Runil explains.
"Just because he has a perfect alibi doesn't mean he wasn't involved." Borazon says as he finishes his food and goes to light up but stops. "With the way you say that Bogroll rose in power he might have made a deal with the son."
"True. Go ahead I enjoy a good smoke myself." Runil says as he takes out an old well crafted ivory pipe that looked like a dragon.
Borazon followed the elf's example and pulls out his gift from Samuel and lights it up.
"Nenya was for short time consider a person of interest as she was supposed to have been there, but she wasn't. In fact, she had been coming back from somewhere when the fire was being put out. She was about to be arrested when Jamueal the only son convinced the guard that she was not involved."
"So, she was going to be the scape goat, but they found a better use for her." Borazon remarks after a moment of thought.
"You are smart."
"Do you know where she was?"
"Rumors says she was seeing a lover."
"The lover never came forward?"
"No."
"Do you know who?"
Runil just smiles a knowing smile to which Borazon just nods his head too.
"So why is she and he out here?"
"The High Council has a prime interest in seeing this little bit of in fighting continue."
"We weaken ourselves then they come in and take us over." Borazon remarks.
"For some reason this area seems key for the High Council to keep to it's self." Runil informs him.
"Well…. Those mountains almost make it impossible for the stormcloaks to attack the territories of the High Council. But it would be the fast way to attack either way." Borazon reasons.
"Going over would be too limited but if one were to dig through that would take years and it would be best if they controlled the area to start." Runil points out.
"But what can be done to stop them?" Borazon wonders.
"Someone started." Runil smiles.
"How?"
"Well I heard legends of vampires living in those mountains and with this graveyard is a nice deterrent as Most elves religious believes keep them from entering the places of the dead for fear of becoming the undead and loosing their standing with their Divine." Runil answers with a knowing smile.
"That kind of fear only goes so far." Borazon counters.
"This is true but now there is the werewolf menace."
"So, you are saying that they wont attack until it is stopped."
"They will more than likely let the werewolf kill off most of the people and then they will come in and take over this area."
"Either way we are screwed."
"Maybe."
"Why do you say that?"
"The dragon born is a problem they will have to face and she maybe what can unite both the empire and the Storm cloaks against the High counsel."
"I have met Chrissy and as brave as she is I don't know that she would want to go get involved."
"Why?"
"She just wants to go home."
"Where is she from?"
"Not around here." Borazon says as he looks up to the ceiling and beyond.
"That is interesting."
"Why?"
"Because it was written that the original dragon borns were not of our world and only their blood could truly take the dragons power."
"Why is this all happening now?"
"I am not sure, but I think that this is just the beginning."
"Maybe she came here because we needed her." Samuel quietly says from the bed.
"How long have you been awake?" Borazon asks as he turns to him.
"Since you came in."
"Sneaky little."
"Where is Nelly?"
"When I last saw her, she was sleeping next to Lavinia's mother in the hall of the dead."
"Why are we here instead of the Inn?"
"Because this Bogroll guy will make it hard on the towns folk if he finds us."
"Why?"
"You, your grandfather and your goat stood up against a werewolf thus proving you are strong."
"I don't understand."
"He will try to make an example out of us to so that the towns folk will fall in line with whatever he wants."
"So, we should leave."
"You are still hurt and to go on the road this soon may cause trauma. Then there is Ember. She isn't ready for a long haul."
"Will he hurt Ember?"
"No. Graffanar is claiming she is his until I return for her."
"I don't like this Bogroll."
"Trust me my son no one in this town does."
Day 13
Almost Forgotten Castle in the Mountains of Falls Creek
Hidden high amongst the jagged peaks in the Mountains of Falls Creek nestled in a dark fog stands the castle of the blood cursed one. The dwellers of the almost forgotten place rejoice that their first jarl has returned. Most of the residents of Falls Creek had forgotten this supposed haunted place that is all except a few who knew the truth.
"You are saying WHAT IS IN MY HOLD!" The voice snarled down to the old pig farmer who was at his feet.
"My Jarl…was ….Werewolf." The old farmer humbly kneels before the dark one.
"Do we know which pack it came from?" A sultry female voice asks.
"No mistress." The farmer answers without looking.
"So, it's either a rogue or fresh fang according to the laws we must inform their sire to deal with them." The female says in a boorish voice.
"All of the Wolf sires know better than to allow a rogue or fresh fang to hunt near Falls Creek." The deep quiet powerful voice of the Blood Jarl remarks as his long fangs sip on the blood from the goblet he was holding.
"From what I heard he maybe has been hunting there for over three months." The pig farmer says.
"WHAT! Why was I not told!" The Blood Jarl demands as he angrily tosses his goblet across the room.
"My jarl, Dissen." A young-looking white-haired man says as he bows before his jarl and waits to be acknowledged. To which the Blood Jarl takes the next goblet of blood he was offered then nods to the younger one that he may go ahead. "As you have just awoken from your 500-year slumber. We thought it best to investigate before starting a war as per your command we are to watch over those that reside in Falls Creek. We have done as you required, for all of the attacks were outside of the town. And there something different about it's scent."
"Runiul, how different?" The Blood Jarl Dissen asks.
"He smells like an elf." Runiul uncharacteristically spat.
"That is not possible their god has a deal with.." A voice of another dweller said along with other dwellers began to mummer.
The Blood Jarl just raises one long slender boney finger to silence them.
"He must have done something to offend one or more of the Divines." The female voice from earlier remarks. "Those elves are trying to kill off all the worshipers of Talos."
"This is true my child." Jarl Dissen comments. "The Divines are not known to take offenses lightly.
"Maybe he moved on?" The female dweller off handedly remarks.
"When was the wolf last seen?" Jarl Dissen asks before sipping from his goblet.
"The other day…. It killed poor Lavinia…" The farmer whimpered with his head bowed.
"That was the first Child born in years… she was blood… Where is the beast that has committed this heinous crime?!" The woman angerly demands as the child had been named after her.
"Calm yourself my daughter." Jarl Dissen commands then turns to the farmer and speaks. "Do you know where we are to find this beast?"
"There is rumor that he is walking amongst the people of Falls Creek."
"How dare they allow him to still live!" Lavinia snaps as she angrily steps forward as if to rip the farmer's head off.
"Stop." Jarl Dissen commanded her. "Tell me what happened when he killed my blood."
"Why does it matter they allow him to walk amongst them they should be punished as well as the wolf." Livinia demands.
"If they didn't do anything to try and stop him then I agree they will be." Jarl Dissen informs her causing her to release the man dropping him to the floor.
"That thing must die for harming what is rightfully mine." Lavinia growls as her eyes turn red with anger.
"We cannot anger Baalnar by attacking his newest toy without proof that our living blood did nothing to try and stop it." The Blood Jarl coldly remarks.
"Your people did what they could. Guards shot it with arrows while others threw fire and ice spells at it."
"Was Livinia the only one who perished to the claws of this creature?"
"No, my jarl, but that is only because of young Samuel, his grandfather and their goat."
"A goat stood against a Werewolf?" A dweller scoffed.
"Yes, my Jarl… You see young Samuel saw what that beast did to Lavinia, and he ran up and stabbed it in the backside with not just one knife but two. One was a glass knife and a silver one I believe belonged to one of your family members."
"Why do you think it belong to one of mine?" Jarl Dissen inquires.
"The boy and his grandfather are traveling merchants. They deal mostly in herbs that the boy picks and the grandfather is a hunter. They were on their way here when they found three piles of vampire ash."
"My Jarl. Runetal and his two fledgling Malifoy and Selfinly are overdue." Runiul informs them while filling up a goblet with blood.
"Do you know if this Samuel and his grandfather? What was his name? Had anything to do with my missing children." Jarl Dissen requires.
"From what I do know they found the ash and items on their way here. They sold the ash to Zira and other items they sold to everyone in Falls Creek. And the grandfather's name is Borazon."
"Tell me why this Samuel was so upset about the beast attacking my blood?" Lavinia inquires as she steps back from him.
"Samuel is her age, and they were friends."
"So, you are saying that a child shoving a silver knife into the back side of one of Baalnar'a toys caused it to run off?" Jarl Dissen gives a slight smirk at the thought.
"No, my jarl. When Samuel did that the Werewolf struck him. That is when Borazon took that black battle axe of his and went blow to blow with it. Every time he hit the beast, he hurt it. The towns folks would shoot it with arrows, ice spike spells and fire spells to cover him. But he slipped in poor Lavinia's blood and fell. The wolf got on top of him and was about to bite him, but Borazon put that handle of the axe between him and the wolf. The wolf bit into the axe and broke its own jaw."
"How?"
"His axe has a spell on it that steals the strength of the one it fights against and uses it against them. It was at that point that Samuel's goat came in and rammed the beast in its broken jaw knocking it back off of Borazon. Borazon got up and stood next to the goat and they were ready to go down to take that beast down. That goat even threatened the beast with another ramming." The farmer explains as he keeps his eyes cast down.
Jarl Dissen's smirk first turned into a smile then a slight chuckle then for the first time in over 500 years the laughter of the Blood Jarl could be heard threw out the castle. The other dwellers join their jarl in laughter. When the mood finally calms the Blood Jarl asks. "What happened?"
"That is when the Priest showed up and threw one of his crazed lighten bolt spells. The wolf ran off at that point."
"Did they chase after it?"
"No as the hunters are off on a hunt. The new young jarl or I should say his steward called for aid from the werewolf hunters and offered a 5,000-gold bounty on its head. Though the new young jarl has made sure the family is not charged for taxes or the burial."
"Yet you said that it walks amongst them?"
"Yes, and there is they can nothing can do?"
"Why?"
"He is a Chancellor."
"So?" Lavinia angerly sneers.
"If they were to attack him when he is not in a werewolf form.." The Farmer says.
"The Empire would have no choice but to punish the people of Falls Creek." Runiul answers dutifully.
"Baalnar's toy or not he has harmed what is ours. Those are our descendants. We will watch and wait. We will not attack him in his elf form but when he turns and goes after one of ours again all bets are off." The Blood Jarl snarls as he gets up and heads down into the dark secret silver mines that led to Falls Creek followed by several dwellers.