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Chapter 2: Unknown land

Time: A few days after arrival on the South Continent
Location: Provisional camp of the Fortress

It was late morning, a few days after the landing, when the scouts brought a small troop of tattered-looking people from the forest. At first glance the men and women resembled undead, but as they approached they realized that they were probably alive after all. Most of them wore leather cloaks and hats, and some had more or less pieced together armor.

The troop was led to Kaela and shortly thereafter Mr. Quinn was seen hurrying through the now quite advanced camp. He almost slipped on the wet grass, as it was still raining. For a moment the consul slithered, one hand on his hat, before he managed to regain his footing. Soon he disappeared into the tent that had been chosen as the commander’s tent.

It was many hours before Quinn, Kaela, and everyone else emerged from the tent, and immediately Kaela called together those of the Feste who had time: “Feste of Diversity, this is Wilderich Starkhand. He belongs to a grouping called the Freischar, dedicated to fighting the undeath that plagues this land.” Mr. Quinn already knows him, because Mr. Quinn made it to this coast in the storm after we left for Atteron. And it was here, by chance, that he came across Wilderich.” The Celt paused briefly to give the rest of the party time to process the information.

“Wilderich has asked Mr. Quinn for help in the fight against Undeath. And he has now made that request to me, to us, to the Feste. And we would not be the Feste if we let such a request go unanswered. Especially when it comes to kicking undeath into the dust.” At these words, attentive observers could see the gaze of the free-warriors briefly sweep over the crowd of fighters in approval, and their expressions brighten with confidence, but then immediately close again.
“Wilderich is here because he has a mission,” Kaela continued. “He was sent out to destroy an undead outpost about two days’ march from here. However, this outpost is much more heavily garrisoned than expected and than it previously appeared. It is a challenge that offers us, as a stronghold, the opportunity to prove our worth. So we are looking for volunteers to join Wilderich’s men in destroying the outpost.” At the word “volunteers,” Wilderich’s astonished gaze shot to Kaela. He had probably expected her to simply assign people and now seemed oddly pleased. “I’m sure enough fighters of the feast can be found who want to face Undeath in battle,” the Storm of the Feast continued with a convinced smile. “Those who are willing should report to Antiochos by the sixth hour. Afterwards, we will coordinate the mission together with Wilderich. This call is not only for warriors, of course, for healers will surely be more than urgently needed as well.” Kaela looked around briefly. “If there are any questions, feel free to ask them now.” Some buzz arose and one or two questions about the mission were asked and answered as best they could.
When it became quiet again and Kaela was just about to end the meeting with the well-known “For the feast”, a full-sounding voice sounded from further behind: “Uh, I still have one question. Is the weather always this miserable here?” Wilderich looked at the sky and said with a shrug, “Why? It’s fine, just a light drizzle.”

OT: If you want to take part in this mission, please contact Henry Alwon by Sunday (15.08.) 8 pm.

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