Grancourt Family/An Old Friend Returns

An Old Friend Returns

(An old friend of Thrydwulf's has arrived back in Heen. The man is a tall ginger bloke called Erin O'Deaghaidh, who was the previous Count of Kif - which is now owned by Beatrice - and Thrydwulf was his loyal vassal. Erin became unhappy with Heen and had another calling, but today he returned on a boat and searched for his old friend Thrydwulf...)

Erin Steps off the Boat

A man in a cloak steps off a ship and onto a dock. The man looks around at this familiar place he once lived. Removing his hood a wave of emotion overtook the Red Haired Noble. Erin had returned to the land of Heen, his travels were over. Now he just needed to find his old friend Thrydwulf.

Outside the Council Building

Thrydwulf had finally arrived back in Heen as the sun rose. His captain - the only one of his unit left from the last campaign in Naraka - and him had a busy week, travelling around the realm trying to relocate militia. Beatrice accompanied them for the most part, being the Troop Leader to transport the units from the regions to the cities.

But now, he was back in Heen! His captains equipment was suffering, but he could not recruit a unit and repair his men until taxes, so for now he was wandering the streets, before setting off to Ling to pick up some more trained scouts.

He was just signing the paperwork for Beatrice to assign another unnit to the walls in Heen, and Infantry unit who had already started to be trained in the defence of their city, which was going to be crucial if the undead or monsters arrived in Heen. Handing the documents back to the head of the guard, he headed out of the office, and bumped straight into a tall ginger haired man.

As Thrydwulf turned towards the man to give him a piece of his mind, a broad smile spread across his face.

"ERIN!!!!! What the hell are you doing here? I mean...well...hello but you never told me you were coming back at all?!"

The big ginger man looked at the man standing in front of him, he thought he recognised the face, but the armour the man wore had the insignia of the High Marshall on them. It couldn't be, could it?

"THRYDWULF! YOU SLY DOG YOU! I KNEW YOU WERE A MILITARY MAN, BUT HIGH MARSHALL?! I GUESS CONGRATULATIONS IS IN ORDER?"

Thrydwulf smiled at the big man, and returned the hug he had offered.

"Well, i did serve under some of the most honest people in this realm before i got to where i am today. Anyway, enough talk of this. Will you accompany me to Ling? I need to pick up some scouts, as i lost my last couple. You have arrived just in time you realise...i'm not sure the undead or monsters have seen someone with ginger hair before...lets hope you put fear into their non-beating hearts!"

And with that, they set off to the nearest tavern to catch up.

Erin and Thrydwulf Catch Up

Erin walked to the nearest pub with his good friend Thrydwulf. They both sat at the bar.

"Drinks!" Erin yelled at the bar keep. "So Thrydwulf how did you go from being my right hand man to General of the entire realm?"

"Ah, now that IS a story!" Thrydwulf told the big fella as they found a nice quiet table for a chat.

"Well, where should i start?" And so Thrydwulf told Erin how Marshall Tarajist had turned mad, to him it was himself against the world. He had caused problems for everyone, including some of his closest friends. After being banished from the realm, he fled to Mesh, where he still is. Upon the unification of the desert lands, King Scion the Skilled wanted to step down as ruler. He felt that he had taken Heen through one of the most difficult wars he had seen, and wanted to finish his reign on a high.

He went on to explain how there had been many candidates for ruler, as King Scion had not yet appointed anyone. The one's REALLY in the running were Wolfgang, Medium and Martana. Martana took the throne with the most votes by quite a long way, and so there was the position of High Marshall up for grabs.

As the story unfolded, he explained how with Tarajist gone, Martana had formed two armies. One - the Scarlet Mamluks was purely for the defence of the realm, and the other - the First Army of Heen, would be the army senton missions. He told how he was appointed various Marshall titles, and upon the election of the new Queen Martana, Thrydwulf had been her choice to take up her position as High Marshall of Heen.

"And let me tell you something Erin...I have not lost ONE battle, not ONE that i have taken part in since i was appointed High Marshal. Isn't that something?"

As Thrydwulf ordered Erin another of the ales from Kif and took himself an elderberry cordial, he then asked the big man what had brought him back to Heen?

"We were not expecting you to come back at all! But my friend, you are just in time to help us with the defence against creatures not from this world. Heaven knows where they come from. Perhaps the dragon is testing us, we will never know most probably. So my friend, what is your tale?"

Erin's Tale

Erin leaned back to think of how he was going to tell his tale. Taking a sip of his ale helped him remember.

"My friend, its not a epic tale. I arrived in Ibladesh just to find out a Civil war was about to break out. My cousin Naal and I didn't want to get caught up in a war we had nothing to do with. We fled north to Ubent only to find out that Tarajist's brother.... I forgot his name though, was the ruler there. The realm was extremely poor and corrupted. Naal and I had nothing to do expect drink with the money we earned. We stayed for 3 weeks and I called for support from my family for tickets off the island for me and Naal. We ended up in Soliferium, war broke out but this time it wasn't a Civil war so we stayed. In my time there I met a commoner named Caoimhin who claimed to be of my Clan. I was injured 4 times in battle there because the stupidity of the generals there. Thank whatever made you incharge of these armies here I don't need to worry now about being killed. Anyways, I grew tired and realized Heen is my home. I was a fool to leave. So I left during the night, Naal has no clue where I am. Thats my story."

Erin finished his tale and then began to finish his ale.