Marpenoth 19, 1367 DR - Year of the Shield
Remenissions pulled a map from his bag, “Only about ten miles past the estate.”
“That's a pretty long detour,” Dorian huffed. “I don't think we need to go to THAT extreme.”
“Do we have anything else better to do at this point?” Remenissions said.
“Yes,” Dorian pulled the map from the paladin’s hands, “like get back to town and report.”
“Or would you rather Coryn's idea and we split up the pieces amongst ourselves?” Remenissions scratched his chin.
Dorian looked Remenissions in the eye, “That's what I just said.”
“I can make the report,” Justian interrupted, “and deliver the remains of the amulet to the Commander. The rest of you need not trouble yourselves.”
“And toss it somewhere, is what you said,” Remenissions retorted staring back at Dorian. The ranger and the paladin glared at each other. Their mounts huffed and snorted at being forced so close to one another.
"Rather share,” Haeming said, “giving them all to one person, broken or no, is not wise either way."
Justian tried to create some space between the two, but failed to make the duo budge, “The town can melt it in the blacksmith's furnace.”
“The leaders won't do that Justian,” Remenissions insisted.
“Fine,” the young warrior replied before turning his steed toward the Cromm estate.
Coryn rolled his eyes, dismounted and picked the thrown map from the ground and handed it back to Remenissions before mounting his steed once more, “Agreed Haeming the pieces should be split amongst us all.”
Coryn checked his gear one last time and cantered toward the short distance to the estate, followed closely by the fellows.
The walls that remained standing were had become cracked and brittle from the heat. Scorch marks blackened the grey slate making the hold appear splotchy and sick. Only one door on the gate remained standing. It hung loose from its one remaining hinge. One by one the fellows rode their steeds through the shattered entrance.
Servants ran about the courtyard, shoring up the walls and the house. Making sure no new flames ignited from cinders that still emanated heat. Dorian dismounted, asking each servant where the Baroness was, only to receive the same answer, “I don’t know.”
Dorian went back to his mount only to have Coryn wave his hand. The Baroness was covered in soot and blood. Her burnt and torn gown hung from her slumped shoulders as she walked from the nearly ruined house. Dorian steeled himself. He knew loss and anguish. This would not be easy, but if anyone should do this it should be him.
|Dorian and the death of Baron Cromm|
He could see her eyes grow shiny with tears as she watched him approach. He could hear his fellows dismount behind him. Dorian almost waved them off, but didn’t want to turn from Lady Cromm. She would need a strong shoulder.
“I'm sorry,” Dorian said, “his party was wiped out, but those responsible have been dealt with. Your husband has been avenged.”
Dorian could see Remenissions out of the corner of his eye. The ranger turned his head slightly. The paladin had a pained expression. Perhaps he has a soul after all, Dorian shook the thought from his head.