[sachmo]

Turn 3
Early Summer, Year 1

In the Forest of Gun, the enemy formed their lines, around two hundred men in all. Across the field from them stood two men. One appeared as an old man dressed in robes of frost, and the other was a worn looking Jotun scout. The commanders of the local forces laughed when they saw what was arrayed against them, and ordered their forces to march out and slaughter the hapless foes. Just as they cleared the trees, the old man in the robes of frost cast a spell. Hundreds of rock and stones flew up from the earth, came together in a large cloud before the wizard, and hurled themselves with tremendous force against the advancing soldiers. Some fell, and the lines paused, but quickly regained confidence. The commanders began yelling at their men to close the distance more quickly, embarrassed at the light losses they had already suffered at the hands of the two from Jotun. Another could of stones flew at the soldiers, killing a few more. The soldiers increased their pace, and were now getting very close to the old man and the scout. Suddenly, the old man bent over as if to touch the ground with his face. To the amazement of the soldiers, he began to change before their eyes. His entire body seemed to expand in all directions at one, and in an instant, where and old man had once stood there now stood a great Blue Dragon. The soldiers stopped their advance as stared in horror as the thing spread it’s great wings and bellowed in rage. One of the commanders stepped out from the ranks of soldiers and tried to rally the troops. The dragon rose into the air and bore down on him. The commander screamed a war cry, and this helped to stiffen the resolve of his men. They charged the dragon even as it swooped down to claw great numbers of them. Most of the weapons used against Rhyvinter bounced harmlessly off of his great hide, but as chance would have it, the commander who was the first to be hit by his great claw had thrown his spear, which flew with uncanny precision through the air and slammed into one of the dragon’s great eyes. He thrashed about in pain and anger until the missile dislodged itself, but the damage had been done. His eye was ruined. Maddened by pain, Rhyvinter threw himself against the soldiers, his icy breath freezing mobs of soldiers in an instant, his mouth and claws ripping flesh from bone. In moments, it was over. The few remaining soldiers fled the field, melting into the countryside. Rhyvinter and Fjollvinter made a bandage for his ruined eye, and then set out for the village. It was time for the heathens of this land to gaze upon their new master…

Treasury: 240
Income: 150 (+0)
Provinces: 2

Rhyvinter and Fjollvinter won their battle against the independent land of Forest of Gun. The battle was costly, as Rhyvinter lost an eye, which lowers his Attack by 2, his Defense by 2, and his Precision by 3! Now it will be harder for him to hit with ranged spells. Bah. Lesson learned, I suppose. Not much to be done about it now.

Farbaute attacked the province of Worskin. Our forces took no losses, but they retreated before the battle was won. I’ll have to remember to bring a Gode along with my Herse, to bolster morals. What a waste. He did gain a heroic endurance, however.

Farbaute and Visbur are going back to Worskin to try to finish the province.
Jord the Vietti Hag was recruited. She will research for now.
Rhyvinter will head back to Jotunheim. No sense getting him hurt further.

Recruitment:
1 Jotun Jarl
1 Jotun Hirdman

Taxes in the Forest of Gun are reduced to zero to bring unrest down.

[ June 19, 2004, 16:10: Message edited by: sachmo ]