Origin Of Legends: Wolves Of War

Chapter 5: Arrival at Fort Graken

Eventually he finds a familiar face, Setern Ferfyn, the King's general and one of many advisors, an incredibly renowned fighter with years of experience under his belt.

"Lord Ferfyn, I was wondering when I'd find you." Erik states with respect earning the old lord's attention.

"Erik? So King Trevis wasn't exaggerating, you're here... You holding up okay?" Ferfyn asks.

"Well enough, you know where I can find a Myra Myrelen? She's one of the wolves here."

"Myrelen? Last I knew she was up near the battlements, talking with some of the mages. I look forward to fighting alongside you lad, time to see if training you proves fruitful." Ferfyn says.

Erik smiles somewhat.

"You're a good teacher Lord Ferfyn." Erik says with praise.

"Hmph, to those who listen... Now I should return to my duties, advising the King is a muddy uphill battle." Ferfyn says with Erik respecting his wishes taking his leave.

Erik explores the camp some more finding a way up to the battlements finding an early twenties woman dressed in the signature armor the wolves wear talking with a mid fifties man with his silver hair tied into a bun.

"Master Venellix I assure you, my presence here is not meant to be an insult, the dame commander simply wishes-"

"Save it Myrelen, if the matter is soo urgent then she knows where to find me... Good day lass." Venellix states kindly though not that genuine.

Erik watches Venellix walk past and Myra pinching the bridge of her nose clearly irritated.

"Uh Myra Myrelen? I'm Erik Blezyren, the recruit Wolf Commander Bailey brought back." Erik states as Myra turns to him and examines him closely.

"Hmm you're not what I imagined, I thought Blezyren boys were bigger." Myra points out as Erik raises his brow not sure how to respond.

"Umm right, what was that about with the mage?" Erik asks looking back.

Myra leans against the edge of the battlements.

"Oh that? You see... I come from a family with a long history as mage hunters. The Dame Commander of the Watchers recognized this and thought it'd be hilarious if she sent me as her personal messenger to Master Venellix and he recognized that right away." Myra replies as Erik is aware of the pettiness in that.

"But seeing as Bailey sent you to find me? I imagine we're to be heading out to gather the ingredients for the ritual." Myra adds on.

Erik though questions her about the ritual which Myra noticably gets a bit hesitant.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you the details, not yet but i promise you'll get them soon... Now then have you found your fellow recruits?" Myra asks.

"No, it's hard to tell who's who to be honest." Erik admits earning an amused chuckle from Myra who fiddles with her braid as her hair is a dark brown hair.

"That it is, come on, we'll find them." Myra says walking past with her green eyes gazing at Erik's for a moment.

Erik follows the well armored woman down the battlements and begin searching the camp for the three recruits as apparently there's another one.

Eventually they arrive at the Dwarven camp which is full of rowdy dwarves drinking, sparring, or smithing. Myra finds the Dwarven Wolf Commander Zaiken drinking with some of his fellow dwarven wolves.

"Wolf Commander Zaiken, a moment of your time please?" Myra asks respectfully as the old Dwarf looks up.

"Ah Bailey's protege and recruit I think... Hmph, she definitely has a soft spot but what is it you need?" Zaiken asks setting his drink aside.

Erik though glances at Myra for hearing Bailey having a soft spot.

"The Dwarven recruit you brought back, we need him as we're gonna be heading out into the woods soon." Myra explains.

Zaiken sighs lowly annoyed by this much to Myra's displeasure.

"Is something the matter Wolf Commander?"

Zaiken smirks somewhat which makes Myra somewhat uncomfortable.

"Eh maybe, you can help with that possibly." Zaiken states with Erik's eyes widen a bit and look towards Myra.

"Not in a million years dwarf, I prefer men who aren't shorter than me, now stop being an ass and tell me where your recruit is." Myra demands making Zaiken scoff heavily.

Zaiken then calls for Durgon who exits one of the tents clearly not in the mood.

"You're gonna be accompanying this wolf and recruit for the ritual, go." Zaiken orders as Durgon reluctantly agrees to this following the two humans.

Erik introduces himself to Durgon who hardly acknowledges him which Erik finds a bit annoying but catches up with Myra.

"Soo... Where to now?" Erik asks curiously.

"Now we have to find the elf recruit." Myra states rather indifferently which Erik acknowledges.

The elf encampment ain't anything special as it's just the elves part of the wolves and some mercenary companies. Erik and Durgon notice some of the looks they're getting from the elves.

"There aren't many of us but we still have a role to play, ah Myrelen I trust you're here for the recruit I brought back?" Rennirel asks with Myra nodding. "I thought as much, Fae'delar!" He calls.

Fae'delar reluctantly hops down from a couple crates he was sitting up on staring at the fellow recruits.

"Alright now that you're all gathered, we can explain what ingredients are needed for the ritual, come on." Myra says with the three recruits following her.

Bailey is seated next to the other human recruit applying a cloth to her blade as Basil is peacefully laying down but shoots up seeing Erik who he runs towards pestering him with a licks.

"This overgrown house pet is your companion?" Fae'delar asks backing up as he doesn't trust the beast whatsoever.

"He's more than a house pet." Erik retorts with clear annoyance.

Durgon simply shakes his head with Myra and Bailey greeting each other.

"I assume you're done riling up the mages Myra?" Bailey asks teasingly which Myra greatly takes offense to.

"Not my fault, the dame ambushed me and guilt tripped me, she should really take up a career in the military." Myra jests.

"I know, anyhow this Ser Jenkins, the last recruit that'll be joining you." Bailey states with Jenkins nodding towards the three.

The four recruits sit down with Erik asking about what this ritual entails.

"The ingredients are as follows, Ashen's Thorn, Phoenix Ashes, Epvisin Del'vree and lastly Hell Spawn blood. The woods here are incredibly dangerous and likely to have Hell Spawn roaming around." Bailey explains.

The four look amongst themselves at the mention of Hell Spawn.

"That's why I'll be coming along, to help you deal with the Hell Spawn, whatever you do? Keep your mouths closed when fighting the Hell Spawn, their blood will set you ablaze and is poisonous... Meaning your hound can't come with." Myra says looking down at Basil who whines.

Erik kneels down petting Basil assuring him that he'll be fine as Basil whines somewhat with Erik standing up petting his head.

"Gather anything you need, weapons, armor, anything you think will be useful." Myra says as the four nod understanding.