Ascending Legends

[Dragongal]

Arryn let go of Ceo and cuddled up to Dayn. "Mhm. Now hush, we're both hungover and need some more sleep." Arryn gave Dayn's neck a few kisses before nestling her head into the crook of his neck.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn wrapped his arms around Arryn and held her close as Ceo found her spot on them both, again.

 

[Dragongal]

A few hours later, Arryn stirred and cuddled closer to Dayn. She didn't want to get up, but she knew they would have to. "Mo chroi... we should get up."

 

[BookWyrm]

"But I don't wanna." Dayn pulled Arryn closer and buried his face against her neck. Even Ceo snuggled closer.

 

[Dragongal]

"Dayn, love, your parents probably want to talk to us about the wendigo issue. I don't want to get up either, but we need to."

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn pulled away from Arryn's neck, a smile on his face as he cupped her cheek in his hand. "I know. I'm up." He sat up, laid Ceo aside, and stretched.

 

[Dragongal]

Ceo crawled over to Arryn and laid down on her stomach. "Ceo, no." Arryn slowly sat up, making Ceo slide down her chest and land with a soft plop on her lap. The small cat mewed and pawed at Arryn's hands. "Ceo, yes, you're cute, but we need to get up."

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn looked over and smiled as he reached over to play with Ceo some. "Alright cutie pie, leave momma alone." Dayn lifted Ceo into his hands, kissed her head, and laid her down on the pillow. A couple of moments later Ceo disappeared like the mist.

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn nuzzled up against Dayn's cheek. "Thank you, love." She gave him a quick kiss then got out of bed to change into some decent clothing.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn and Arryn met with Rasrik and Japhet in his father's meeting room. "To start off, there have been no attacks over the past few days while the storm has been coming through. Our luck held out, just as we had hoped. The fear gorta has not spread any further, and the last known position of the wendigo was in the woods on the North Bank."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn nodded at the new information. "I sent the order for the Northern weaponry. The lámhaigh tine and dwarven crossbows are on their way, but we shouldn't wait on them. We need to limit the mobility of those infected with the fear gorta without risking contamination."

 

[BookWyrm]

Rasrik nodded, a slight play at the corner of his mouth at the news of the weaponry. "The fear gorta have been destroyed and the plague cut off for the time being. When the wendigo first arrived it brought enemies. We sent out word about it's presence on the fief, and not two days later a terramancer and inquisitor arrived to help in the hunts. The terramancer has managed to wall off and quarantine any zones of the infection to allow us to burn the bodies, destroying the source of the plague. Last we heard the terramancer was the one who spotted it on the North Bank and managed to start a rot to kill the fungus which produces the gorta spores in the wendigo."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn's heart skipped a beat at the mention of an inquisitor. As long as the inquisitor was gone by the time the full moon rose, it would be fine... right? After a moment, she cleared her throat. "Alright. So now we just have to set some kind of trap for the wendigo."

 

[BookWyrm]

"Correct. We have it contained for the time being, but I don't want to risk any of the men nor either of you to bring this thing down."

 

[Dragongal]

"So.. we should just wait for the equipment from up North?" By then it could have found a way to escape. Unless... "Well, what if the terramancer made a kind of circle around it that it couldn't get out of, and slowly made it smaller and smaller until, once the equipment it here, we can just climb a ladder and take an easy shot at it? I'm a defensive mage, I could even help."

 

[BookWyrm]

"Dah, Arryn has a point." Dayn chimed in, smiling at Arryn before continuing. "A terramancer is a big force multiplier. Why not make use of him?" Rasrik scratched at his beard before giving a short sigh. "I'm sure I could say something to her about it."

 

[Dragongal]

"It would take a lot of mana, but once it's set, it's set, and only has to be adjusted once in a while. It seems to me like it's the best route for everyone."

 

[BookWyrm]

"I'll send word out to the terramancer immediately. For the time being, avoid the North Bank. Once the beast is trapped we will set about the kill, but only when the equipment arrives." Now that the meeting was over Dayn led Arryn out into the hall. "Would you like to get lunch?"

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn took Dayn's hand. "Sure. Do you want to just raid the kitchen, or actually go somewhere?"

 

[BookWyrm]

"I guess we can look at the kitchen and see.." Dayn stopped mid sentence and sniffed. There was a distinct smell of smoke, yet not like a fire was in the manor. He took Arryn's hand and led her around to the dining room to find a smoked pig set up on a spit and a burly dwarf carving away at it as he sang along in his own tongue. The dwarf turned and smiled, his arms opening wide as he shouted, "DAYN! Bless me, come 'ere me boy and let me look at ye" Dayn was grinning from ear to ear as he walked over and greeted the dwarf, clasping arms and laughing. "It is good to see you Fergus! Let me introduce my wife, Arryn. Hon, this is Fergus, a family friend and pretty much my dwarven uncle."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn nodded politely. "Dobrý den, pane." Dwarvish and Northern were commonly considered the same thing, but they were far from it, and she knew a few snatches of Dwarven, luckily.

 

[BookWyrm]

Fergus looked at Arryn with some astonishment before giving a hearty laugh. "Ah, a proper Northern lass. Dayn, ye out done yerself with this'n." Fergus took both of Arryn's hands in his own and patted them gently. "Yer a lass after me own heart. Please, do an old dwarf a favor, and look after this'n here." Fergus laughed as he elbowed Dayn. "I leave him alone fer one second when he nothing but a spitfire, next moment he's a runnin' inte the woods chasin' pixies, gods help him!" Fergus waved his hands around before turning back to the pig. "Now, seein' as how ye got the lovely lady out here, I figure it'd be a cryin' shame to not let her try some of this. Here, lass, eat till yer heart's content." Fergus carved off several long slices of the juicy smoked meat and plated it before passing it to Arryn.

 

[Dragongal]

"He can be a hard-headed handful at times, but he's mine." Arryn grinned at Dayn before trying some of the meat, which was absolutely fantastic. She held the plate out to Dayn so he could try a piece.

 

[BookWyrm]

Dayn took a slice of the pork gratefully, savoring the smoky meat as it practically melted on the tongue. "I can't say it enough, but I love you hon."

 

[Dragongal]

Arryn gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I love you too, mo chroi." After that, she went right back to the delicious pork Fergus had made.