Upon Arrival in Mariner’s Landing I immediately set to work. If I am to gain the favor of the all-father then I cannot just rest and be a eldhúsfífl. I overheard word of a quarry and of skilled dwarves in the area and after assessing the “quality” of the walls of the city I determined the best thing for everyone was to speed up the stone delivery for this city.
Going to the local tavern I managed to recruit a few promising candidates and a few that I was unsure of. A few days later everyone arrived outside the guild as I had instructed them. The boss of the guild caravan told us we would be paid based on our performance and I made sure to point out the weak links he needed to watch out for.
The first few days of work went by fairly uneventfully aside from the cleric leading us in the wrong direction for a day or two. We managed to correct this and find the stream that lead the last party to the quarry but on our third evening we were set upon by a pack of wolves.
The Cleric and his Ram, I really need to get one of these, made quick work of the first two wolves and while the rest of the party assumed battle formation I took my opportunity to charge. It had been too long and I had been itching for a good fight so I charged one of the wolves while slathering myself with the meat from a fresh kill and prepared to strike the beast down when it came at me. Just as the beast charged in three booming lights went flying by my head and like that my enemy was dead. The cowardly elf use his sorcery on my foe and ended it before it had its chance to fight me, my glory denied.
Day 4 and 5 went by uneventfully aside from some rain and confirmation that the cleric had gotten us lost but we were apparently back on track. On the evening of the 5th night I refused the help of the elf who had denied my glory and took watch myself. Towards midnight I heard a rustling in the tree above me and as I looked up a smile spread across my face. I immediately alerted the others and went into a frenzy as several giant spiders lept from the trees and attacked us. We dispatched them rather quickly and the cleric gathered a vile of their venom to experiment with back in town.
Days 6-9 went by without much of interest. I grew ever more restless, I am here to fight things and so far there hasn’t been much to fight. The elf kept mentioning an Ape following us, not sure what that is but it doesn’t sound very tough. Eventually we found the beautifully constructed Dwarven road to the quarry and began the last bit of our travel.
On Day 10 this “ape”, or whatever it was, found us. It came barreling through the forest at our side, knocked over our wagon, and beat one of the crew to a pulp. This beast towered over us all but I went into a frenzy and began attacking the beast. Soon after the courageous brennus and lexi followed suit. The cleric charged in with his ram and we had the creature surrounded, all the while the elf hid like a coward until he finally popped up and made a box appear over the beasts head. The beast confused and cornered hit itself in the head and accidentally cut its own throat. I made sure offer the group the beasts heart as is tradition in my clan, I had doubted them all but they had proved themselves to be valiant and courageous warriors, well almost all of them.
The next day I made sure to follow my clans tradition of celebrating a victorious battle by painting my body with the runes of victory and spending the day naked. The others seem put off by this display but it did not stop me from following my traditions, the gods must be shown their respect when they have delivered you to victory. After a few hours of marching we managed to make our way to the so called “Big Mac Quarry”. In the ruins of my people we found a great statue and when one of ours said they detected magic in the sword by its side we knew we must investigate further. The gods took humor in our endeavors and took away the good fortune and coordination we had found in battle leaving us in a ridiculous display of clumsiness but after some time we had managed to remove the sword from the statue.
After much discussion the group signaled for me to claim its power, a shining beacon of hope emerged from the sheath. Tunglskin, or moonlight in my people’s tongue shall be thy name. The elf managed to find a ring but we were unsure its properties. The guild happy with the road paid us for our good work and out of respect we named the road after the fallen worker Yorick, thus the New Yorick road was opened.