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Harald would stay a few nights at Hopper's Hole in Bodkin and ask travellers and locals about the new engravement on the stone in the village square. He'd ask especially about who made it and when.

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“That be the story of Prince Pwyll, of Erawyn the Skinwearer and Valinael and the Faun,” claims Elinee Nic Uidhir, a young priestess who tends the local shrines of the village. “Carvin’s been more ‘n a few centuries. Two thousand winters give or take? Maybe three?”

The priestess leads Harald outside showing him the engraved stone. Etched into the rock is a crude drawing. A flute-playing satyr leads a line of children away from a village and into the forest. Standing in path is a kilted warrior, wearing a crown, and bowman with the tail of dog. The bowman can be seen loosing an arrow toward the faun. Beneath the drawing reads an inscription: "From this day on, and evermore, shall Erawyn the Bowman watch over Bodkin."

“It all all began when we settled the village. ‘Twasn’t call Bodkin then, and alas its old name is lost to time, though perhaps Prince Valinael knows? It was his wood. He was the husband of Aine. He and his satyrs, and she and her nymphs, would hold court in the forest. They sang songs, told tales, and drank wine. I suppose they were expectin’ the same of us when we were freed from the witch-kings’ chains and wantin’ for a home…”

“But as ye know men aren’t like the fair folk. Dadga created men to settle down, and settle down we did. We hewed ‘way the trees to make way for fields. We dug new streams to water ‘em. And we may’ve been wantin’ venison from his prized bucks. Now ordinarily the fey folk’re understandin’ of such things, though some of us got a wee bit greedy. Now the Stag Prince demanded we stop, ‘course, though bein’ a peaceful faun we paid him no mind.”

“Now ‘twas true it weren’t in his nature to do harm, ‘specially on account of his wife, so he started playin music. Music only the youngin’s could hear. And every night they’d be climbin’ outta their beds to chase after the tune, only to be whisked off to the Otherworld to be made into servants and such. Valinael figured he’d just weed us out o’er time. Now once this started up the village begged ‘n pleaded with him to return the litt’luns. But by then the Stag was mighty mad. And unless they let the land grow wild as it once were, the answer was ‘No!’”

“Now what were we to do? Getting’ the youngin’s back meant they’d be havin’ no home. That’s when Erawyn the Bowman came ‘long. He were Aine’s brother, and Dadga’s bastard, and a hunter to boot! He was the hound where Valinael was the Stag. Bein’ mighty eager to get one better on Valinael he showed up to Prince Pwyll, son of the ‘igh King and ruler of our little village, one evening. He told Pweyll to meet the Stag at the forest’s edge ‘n demand parley. Now Pwyll wasn’t rightly sure what ‘e could even offer anymore, but he did as the god told him. A midsummer’s eve he stood at the edge of the wood and called Valinae’s name when the littl’luns started to sneak out...”

“Valinael came when ‘e was called. Now at this point the Prince was pretty, and simply tryin’ to buy time. Suddenly a arrow hit the stag square in the shoulder, and he fell down asleep. It was a poisoned arrow, y’see, that’d make him sleep fer a hundred years. With him asleep there was nothin’ stopping the pair of them from sneakin into his palace and rescuing the kids who got stolen. After that Prince Pwyll named the village Bodkin, ‘n the Bowman swore an oath to protect it.”

The priestess offers a crooked smile. “Of course. If that be true, it don’t explain why the village boundries ain’t ever moved. Or what made the hunter so keen on protectin’ us. Or why old Phaeron did the exact same trick jus’ four years ago..."

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The withering battlepriest's traits relax at hearing Elinee's tale, which makes the deep-cut lines in his leathery face look a tad less harsh and grim.

"Erawayn is also the patron of the Bloodhunters, isn't he?"

A strangely peaceful breath escapes Harald's lips. Clearly the presence of the young priestess and her tale soothed some of his worries.

"A tale for a tale, sounds like a fair deal, doesn't it?", his dark voice calmly resounds from the very depth of his broad chest.

"Let me tell you a tale about a man called Uthgar. He was born on Ruathym, an island like this, but far north of here, as the son of the thane. His father used to be a great warrior in his days and Uthgar longed to follow in his steps, living up to the high expectations.

One day, word spread to Ruathym, about a great city on the shores of the eastern land. It was said to be a city ruled by godless mages who'd do anything to increase their power with no regards to the wellbeing of the land or the people who inhabit it.
This was the chance to prove himself, and so young Uthgar gathered his warriors around him. They built a fleet of graceful longboats and sharpened their axes and then they set sail for that city that was called Illusk.

It was a glorious battle, for it was not an even one. The magelords stood on the battlements of their tower and hurled balls of fire and lightning, but Uthgar's men stood loyal and steadfast. And while the mages were occupied with the main force of his army, Uthgar found a secret entrance to their tower through the underworks of Illusk.
In close combat, the mages would not stand a chance against Uthgar's valiant cohort and so they fell to their mighty axes.
But deep rooted the deception and betrayal in the city of Illusk. Some of the mages escaped and used their powers to influence the mind of the city's people, those people that Uthgar had come for to free them from their enslavement. They went to the harbor and put Uthgar's ships to the torch while he was fighting for them in the corrupt magelords' tower.

Driven off by the mindwashed crowd and because he didn't wish to harm them, he lead the remains of his forces to the land surrounding the city. It was a harsh land, a frozen and barren land, and the people who lived there did so in constant fear of marauding orcs and giants. Shunned by the people of Illusk as savages, barbarians, Uthgar's men were welcomed by these people because they helped them against the threats.
They saw how Uthgar was a brilliant tactician and a stong leader and soon they gathered around him like he was a father to them.

He and his warriors protected them from the orcs and giants and during his days, Uthgar befriended many spirits of the lands. And ultimately, Uthgar gave his life while battling the king of the pale giants to protect them. For his life as a paragon of war, and his loyalty to those he had sworn to protect, my lord Tempus the foehammer, father of battles and god of war elevated Uthgar to become a half-god in his service."

Harald finishes the story and strokes along the tattoo on his muscular biceps absent-mindedly. It shows a perching black raven with its dark beak lifted for an angry caw.
The aging battle-priest focusses his gaze on that of the young priestess, holding it captive.

"What would you say, young Einee... Are the men of the hills on this island carved from similar wood as the men of Uthgar...?"

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Harald meets the priestess' silence with a long glance. Finally he adds:

"If there are those among the Fir Bolg who feel like they should do something in this situation... Orcs pillaging their lands while the empire that was meant to protect them is occupied with internal struggles... How would an outlander like me go about to meet them...?"

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