Following the utterly dull events in Britain, it came as a relief to enter the mouth of the Seine river and begin our journey through mainland Europe. We could not, of course, travel through Roman occupied territory without some subversion. Stopping at the mouth of the Seine, we utilized forged travel documents (crafted with care by Amadi 🗡 🗡 ) to pass through the Roman blockade, … Continue reading A Peaceful Interlude
Where to even begin? Following the near disaster of the cove, we sailed as quickly as we could to the nearest port city, hoping to regain the trail of the Egyptian assassins that Amadi 🗡 🗡 had been tracking. For my part, I hoped to find some means of finding passage to Egypt so I might continue my search for magical weapons which might help me … Continue reading Why Shore Leave is Dangerous
Waking at the tip of a bright fingered dawn, we made ready to leave the fallow grounds of that mining settlement and journey to the west. Amadi 🗡 🗡 assured me that the Egyptian assassins he pursued were traveling westward along the coast, possibly in an effort to make their way around the coast of Espana and return to their native land. Following them seemed a … Continue reading A New Friend, An Old Accomplice
I find myself cast out from my homeland, set adrift upon the waves with naught but my longboat, a skeleton crew of worthy seamen, and a brand of vengeance burning within my chest. I am betrayed. The gods have looked down upon me from the heights of Asgard and made a mockery of my ambition. They have seen fit to tear away that which is … Continue reading Thats My Mine!