It was dark. Well, not dark, but getting there. Me and two others thought it prudent to follow the Chieftain. Our shields slung at our backs, axes at our belts..The folk were playing the fife and drums, getting riled for the feast, and sacrifices. Though we actually were walking away from the rest. Gorlakon looked to me with a smirk, clapping me on the shoulder, "Do not look so concerned." he said, shaking his head, "I honestly just need help carrying some things. As much as I would like it, I do not have eight arms." he said, grinning. Burcan raised a brow, "What would you do with eight arms?" he asked, obviously this one was curious. Burcan was a lot broader, and stronger amongst us, though he was a little soft on the head...Just a little, though. "Well. I suppose I'd be able to carry what I need by myself, no?" the chief said, shaking his head. The man took a deep breath, he was dressed richly, gold, and furs..A true Warlord, no, a true King. "Are we all going to march to war?" I asked suddenly, watching the man made one grow curious. He paused a moment, scratching his beard for a moment, "I am considering taking the most of us, aye. Eight hundreds at the least." he said, turning to face them, "Luckily we have maps, old routes long forgotten." he said, smirking, "We are going to divide our forces into two, one that my Betrothed will lead...And the other.." he shook his head, winking, "I will lead three or four hundreds personally. Far north. Into the frozen lands." he said, his pearly white teeth gleaming. He turned his back on us, pressing on down the road. We looked at eachother, and then resumed to follow.
At the gate, there were two carts waiting beyond it, and with a gesture from Gorlakon, two burly Berserkers pulled at the chains to raise the gate. The men guiding the carts..Seemed odd. Scared even, as their eyes roved this way and that. "W-We are here, lord, just as you asked." he said, looking at Gorlakon, and then at us. He bowed his head low, gesturing to the carts, "All there. All there." and at that, Gorlakon climbed on the edge, and opened it, smirking. He closed it back, grabbing the chest at it's sides, and heaving it to the side into Burcans arms, who huffed. "What's in it?" he asked. "Coin." said Gorlakon, turning to smirk at the small group of Creoth, "All you, grab what you can, and take it into the eastern tower in the inner keep." he said, dismounting. Along the road came four men, With sacks over their shoulders, and when the carts were cleared of chests of coin, the sacks were dumped in there. Gorlakon grabbed one of the merchants by the collar, pulling him close, "You send those to the ruins just West of here. If I hear that they didn't reach that destination, to be distributed freely, I will find you, and I will chew out your daughters heart before your eyes." he said, pushing the man back, "I do not intend to be rude, but I am not in the mood to be cheated." he said, turning his back. Me and the others followed him, though, back to the keep.
We walked by the Dias and..damned, the damned stairs are a pain..The folk were roaring, demanding for the nights blood. Temair stepped forward grabbing one of the unlucky folk that were captured on the road, and with a bronze sickle, she slit the mans throat. Blood gushed forward, and the stone drank deep..The folk were pounding their chests, roaring madly as the food was brought forward to the benches surrounding the Dias. It's a grand sight..Though we pressed on into the keep. What Gorlakon wants the coin for, I've no idea..But it seemed to be a bloody lot of it!
