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Wood against hardened leather, the creaking of belts and straps tugging at the half-giant as he on thick-soled boots walked a path he barely recognized from the trance-like state he'd been in last he went down it. The cycle of dumb risks, getting hurt, and being cooped up had finally flipped around, although he could still feel the weakness in his leg. Scar tissue stretching uncomfortable and scab itching like nothing else. No damn tonic or foul smelling poultice could make it less annoying apparently, at least he was alive.
Being back there awoke memories. Magical fire still engulfing him as he closed his eyes, the scars reminded him, as did the blackened shield slung over his shoulder. An oaken savior kept close at hand, especially if one where to trundle into the woods again.
Mistakes had been made, wounds mended, and now he was more ready than ever before. Clad in gambeson, cuirass, reinforced helmet and with an axe as sharp as ever he broke into the clearing next to the mighty river, lantern lighting up the path where he went.
"Heill." he said and nodded at Wessex, his voice devoid of the usual jovial tone. Serious matters required serious minds, no place for chatty cobblers or worried friends. No, that day he was a better man, a stoic warrior forging ahead into a the unknown.
What was that in the woods? A bear? Wolves? No... Just the wind.
Being back there awoke memories. Magical fire still engulfing him as he closed his eyes, the scars reminded him, as did the blackened shield slung over his shoulder. An oaken savior kept close at hand, especially if one where to trundle into the woods again.
Mistakes had been made, wounds mended, and now he was more ready than ever before. Clad in gambeson, cuirass, reinforced helmet and with an axe as sharp as ever he broke into the clearing next to the mighty river, lantern lighting up the path where he went.
"Heill." he said and nodded at Wessex, his voice devoid of the usual jovial tone. Serious matters required serious minds, no place for chatty cobblers or worried friends. No, that day he was a better man, a stoic warrior forging ahead into a the unknown.
What was that in the woods? A bear? Wolves? No... Just the wind.
