In the Shadow of the BarrowsStarted by Stormwolfe at 25 Jan, 2020 4:08 PM
"Over the Mountains of the Moon, down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied, "If you seek for Eldorado!"
Type of Story: Action
Characters Requested: Breccan Windmaster, Rhagarth, Thorvald Stormurson (guest appearance), Varidan, Others TBD
*Note: This plot can support a small cast of characters (including dragons).
Designated Storyteller: Stormwolfe, Valandhir
Timeframe: Spring or summer
They are known by many names, Draugr, Moroi, and Lhiannan Shee are only a few of them. The Draugr are Shadowborn. Some whisper that they were made from corpses because they often dwell near burial sites. It is rumored that they feed on living flesh, they devour their enemies alive, and they are very hard to kill.
Vanir legends say that the barrows of the north are the graves and tombs of the Great Elder Ones. Others say that these places belong to the mysterious Forerunners. To keep the occupants of the barrows sleeping, the Vanir travel to the barrows each autumn and sing old sagas.
This autumn, several singers did not return from their sojourn to the old barrows. With winter setting in early, most people believed them to have stayed in the settlements near the barrows, but when in early spring, nothing was heard from them; people went to search. Only the searchers never returned.
When Sea-King Thorvald Stormurson heard of this, he took some of his best warriors, along with Aevar Seafinder and Bréan Toraine, to find out what had happened. They found the settlements surrounding Dreamcaller Barrow deserted, many houses showing traces of breaking in. The Vanir are not people easily taken by force, but here it looks like they were dragged away somewhere. Further searching reveals they were dragged towards the Barrow.
When Thorvald and his men entered the barrow, they were attacked by dark creatures. The fight was short-lived and brutal. Many of the fighters were killed. The Sea-King escaped but was wounded. Still, he managed to bring one of the creature's heads out of the barrow. Aevar also survived, as did Breán, who almost died of his wounds.
Staggered by what they had faced, their shock is even more profound when they realize that the head is not that of a living creature but the skull of a Draugr!
Seeing that they cannot fight this incursion alone, Thorvald turns to the one ally that he trusts to deal with such things. Accompanied by a few of his most trusted warriors, the Sea-King travels to Bassilith to seek aid from one of Nordheim's oldest allies - the great dragons and the Morrighan wingbonded with them.
Someone somewhere went to sleep and dreamed us all alive.
Dreams get pushed around a lot and I doubt if we'll survive.
We won't get to wake up, dreams were born to disappear.
And I'm pretty sure that none of us are here.