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Mauve
With the monsters entirely distracted by Nissa, Mauve manages to creep through the burned out buildings and make her way to the sea cliffs. To her right she sees the boats rising and falling on the waves beneath the Crow, most of the party members remaining huddled inside.
Nissa
The gnoll leader glances at the one dead horse near the stables, a brown and white animal laying in a pool of congealed blood. "A warg will be made ready for the child. She will not walk."
For now the creatures' attention is still fixed on Nissa. None of them are moving to the cliff edge as before. None have the opportunity to see the boats below.
The Party
A large black man steps back into the kitchen area of the Crow to see what the noise is about. He's around 6'6" or 6'7", barrel-chested and thick, though not fat. He is dressed in leathers and carries a large axe. He squints across the room toward the window, then grunts, apparently satisfied that Baldhart and Aliron are not gnolls or goblins.
Burnbright returns Baldhart's hug, but then takes half a step back. Her eyes glisten with moisture. "Baldhart, I already promised that dog thing I would go with them. I...this is all my fault. People keep getting hurt and getting killed, all because of me. Egil and Kolla and the other kids had to run away. I haven't seen Father Harald since..." her voice catches in her throat, and she wipes at her eyes. "Not since the attack started. He was fighting by the burned temple. I almost got caught, and Joffur of all people got me to my feet, only he got cut pretty bad and Grim and his wife had to come out of the Crow to help us, and then she got cut and...
"I just can't do it anymore. I can't let one other person get hurt all because of me. I told them I'd go with them if they left the village alone. Aslaug is my mother. It's me she wants. She won't hurt me, and once she has me maybe she'll leave everyone else alone. Everything happening here is my fault!"
Tears sun down her face by the time she finishes. Grim puts a hand on her shoulder. "Now, lass, I told you..."
Burnbright pulls away. "I know what you told me Grim. But it's your own wife laying in the other room, and we don't even know if she's going to make it! No one else gets hurt over me. I just can't stand it!"
Grim starts to speak, but the black man interrupts, his voice a deep rumble. "Asra lays many paths before us. We choose our way and trust him to watch over us as we walk. The child's paths are set. The choice is hers."
Grim scowls. "I've already told you what you can do with those foreign beliefs of yours. Here in the north, we watch over our children. This is not your concern."
The black man shrugs.
Burnbright turns back to Baldhart and Aliron. "I can stop the killing. You see that, right? Besides, I've given my word already. To be a valkyrie one day I have to be an honorable warrior. Does an honorable warrior lie?"
With the monsters entirely distracted by Nissa, Mauve manages to creep through the burned out buildings and make her way to the sea cliffs. To her right she sees the boats rising and falling on the waves beneath the Crow, most of the party members remaining huddled inside.
Nissa
The gnoll leader glances at the one dead horse near the stables, a brown and white animal laying in a pool of congealed blood. "A warg will be made ready for the child. She will not walk."
For now the creatures' attention is still fixed on Nissa. None of them are moving to the cliff edge as before. None have the opportunity to see the boats below.
The Party
A large black man steps back into the kitchen area of the Crow to see what the noise is about. He's around 6'6" or 6'7", barrel-chested and thick, though not fat. He is dressed in leathers and carries a large axe. He squints across the room toward the window, then grunts, apparently satisfied that Baldhart and Aliron are not gnolls or goblins.
Burnbright returns Baldhart's hug, but then takes half a step back. Her eyes glisten with moisture. "Baldhart, I already promised that dog thing I would go with them. I...this is all my fault. People keep getting hurt and getting killed, all because of me. Egil and Kolla and the other kids had to run away. I haven't seen Father Harald since..." her voice catches in her throat, and she wipes at her eyes. "Not since the attack started. He was fighting by the burned temple. I almost got caught, and Joffur of all people got me to my feet, only he got cut pretty bad and Grim and his wife had to come out of the Crow to help us, and then she got cut and...
"I just can't do it anymore. I can't let one other person get hurt all because of me. I told them I'd go with them if they left the village alone. Aslaug is my mother. It's me she wants. She won't hurt me, and once she has me maybe she'll leave everyone else alone. Everything happening here is my fault!"
Tears sun down her face by the time she finishes. Grim puts a hand on her shoulder. "Now, lass, I told you..."
Burnbright pulls away. "I know what you told me Grim. But it's your own wife laying in the other room, and we don't even know if she's going to make it! No one else gets hurt over me. I just can't stand it!"
Grim starts to speak, but the black man interrupts, his voice a deep rumble. "Asra lays many paths before us. We choose our way and trust him to watch over us as we walk. The child's paths are set. The choice is hers."
Grim scowls. "I've already told you what you can do with those foreign beliefs of yours. Here in the north, we watch over our children. This is not your concern."
The black man shrugs.
Burnbright turns back to Baldhart and Aliron. "I can stop the killing. You see that, right? Besides, I've given my word already. To be a valkyrie one day I have to be an honorable warrior. Does an honorable warrior lie?"
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