Threland

This is just a small phase in a much larger story.

The morning had come and several hours had past since the awakening of the company. However, Alfknutr or 'Knot' was fast asleep. Quarrels had begun to break out among the company and folk began to grow impatient. Redwick tried to calm it but it had proved ill, for he had not handled it well, but alas for his attentions were good.

One of my fondest memories was when I casually faked my death for no reason other than because I could. We were in the Pony. By we, I mean me and Threland, the troublesome duo of hatted, alcoholic terror that plagues the drinking houses of Breeland and even beyond at times. Obviously we had drunk some ale although not excessively; instead we were basking in the glorious glow of that pre-tipsy stage where the world starts to fall into place once more - basically the state that I spend almost the entirety of my life at.

About an hour went by and still there was no sign nor sound of Threland or the other Bree-landers. It was quiet and dark, the fire was crackling and fed many times it the even went on...

The day was darkening and the rain was beginning to cease. The group proceeded forth for many minutes till they found a second Barrow, they have been going for hours without rest but still they wandered forth and delved inwards. As the previous it was cold and filthy, but this had a stair case that led down and turned many times, eventually the stairs changed from rock to wood and down they went till eventually they found flat ground and before them was a tall hallway with many different paths leading here and there.

Slowly the group entered the Barrow and an immediate cold feel came over them. Though, heedless proceeded down the narrow tunnel which curved every here and there, eventually they found themselves standing confront of an Oval shaped room with a single grey pillar in the Centre. There was many webs all over and they often stuck to the group members feet as they walked into the room.

It was still raining and the sky was beginning darken. The group now walked a few paces South of Bree before they turned right and went West towards the Barrows. They conversed as they went. They spoke about the Barrows and what they may just find there, this only made Eofeole's confidence rise like a bright sun in a clear summer's morning.