Godbound Keep on the Ostland
A drunken crowd clusters around the skald, in the royal mead halls of Saebrukk. He speaks in a hushed voice. Of the plight that befell the lands of Yarl Orsa. Misbegotten berserks of Helle, troll bile coursing through their veins. He speaks of a young raven. Of Meindert of Queen Eibryn's own Hrafnhird. Of the few forsaken souls who followed him into the Barrow-Caves. No heroic deeds follow. Just echoing howls of blood-mad cultists.
Fenke has had enough. She races outside the hall, relieving her stomach at the steps to the mead hall. At least her guts are still human, it seems. She wipes the tears of the corner of her eyes and raises her head. Quarter of an eight past midnight, she thinks. She doesn’t know how but she knows it’s accurate. One of the few tricks she learned since last winter. She starts walking down the streets of Saebrukk. Despite being an overcast night she sees them just as well as if it were midday.
Thoughts are now coursing through her mind like a run of salmon racing upriver. Fiery thoughts, of Meindert, of love fresh torn from her heart. Dark thoughts, of revenge, of destruction. She fast approaches the alder tree at the center of the lower market square. I’ll soon be back. Don’t worry, my little ember. She outstretches her right arm and suddenly, from the thin veil of the night, she grips her sword that was somehow always there. “You liar!” She swings. She screams. And the tree falls.
Someone mentioned fray dice on the Discord today and that reminded me of Godbound and that once upon a time, I wanted to run it solo and see how I can waltz through some B/X and perhaps AD&D modules with a literal demigod. I got inspired and rolled up a character. Rather quickly and randomly decided to start with the B2 Keep on the Borderlands and set it in my own version of Ostland from Mystara. And finally I wrote this little intro to the story. I don't expect I'll be writing the entire story this way but we'll see how it goes.