LoR - Garheim - On the Mend

My first freebuild for July on our role playing game, the Lands of Roawia www.merlins-beard.com/board/8/lands-roawia
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A couple weeks had passed since the battle of Orevale, when Caedric Moore got caught in the blizzard. His wounds were healing - his leg set and casted, his burns salved and poulticed - and his overall health was almost back to the norm. It wouldn't be long before the Captain of the Orevale Guard took the fight to the Queen's Men once more.

Caedric had awoken to a wall of grey fur - or so it seemed. He had collapsed due to cold and fatigue, certain he was about to meet his end being devoured by wolves, yet when he awoke he found his savior to be one of them; a dire wolf, though not the white-furred female that Rufus Song had given him. It was Amura's wolf - he had forgotten its name and had taken to calling him "Greybeard" due to the color of its fur and the shaggy mane of hair that surrounded its muzzle - though his sister was nowhere to be found. In fact, Caedric had seen no one since the dragon arrived and scattered the Garhim forces.

But the wolf had come - the wolf had saved him. Together, the two ragged hunters traveled the wilds - following the slightest hint of a trail, scenting through the endless pine woods of southern Garheim in search of his comrades. Caedric hated to admit it, but it was likely his companions - his sister Amura and his faithful shieldman Layton Connors - had died during the great battle. But hope dawned one morning as the unlikely duo crested the ridge of a mountain pass and a valley coated with summer's wildflowers opened below them. There in the midst of the plain was a small Garhim camp, pennants bearing the blue and black Falcon sigil of the men of Orevale snapping in the morning wind. In an instant, they were spotted - or so it seemed - as a group of Garhims broke off from the camp and headed their way in haste. Minutes later, Caedric felt the warm embrace of his sister's hug, many claps on the back and the salutes of his men, and - best of all - the firm handshake of his faithful shieldman.

"Welcome back, my liege. Welcome home."

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C+C Welcome!
Ronin