Chapter 3
Kodroth and the raiders had already started to attack by the time Brynn made it down the palisade with the others. It was early, just before noon. Kodroth hadn’t kept his word, evidently. ...
Kodroth and the raiders had already started to attack by the time Brynn made it down the palisade with the others. It was early, just before noon. Kodroth hadn’t kept his word, evidently. ...
It was twilight by the time Brynn returned to the village. To his surprise, he encountered a flurry of activity in the village square. Guards were handing out crude spears and shovels to anyone able bodied enough to hold them, while others were carrying stacks of sharpened logs down to the docks. A passing guard told Brynn that the mayor was in a long house that served as the community center. The soldiers at the entrance to it waved him through without a word. Inside, wooden benches that normally filled the interior were pushed to the side. Mayor Rhoddri stood at the center, surrounded by several sergeants of the guard. He was giving them orders about setting up a defensive line at the docks. As soon as Brynn stepped inside, Rhoddri paused and focused on him. “So, Druid, do you know how to fix the Fence?” ...
Brynn stood in front of the Fence. It was a simple wooden structure that surrounded the village. Faded runes were carved on each of the posts, similar to the ones he saw on the statue in the village square. The whole thing was slowly rotting away. ...
Brynn staggered off the small fishing vessel and onto the docks of Brightmyst. A summer storm to the south had caused huge swells on their voyage, leaving Brynn sea sick. The fishermen had expected him to cast healing magic on himself, but Brynn had yet to learn those rituals, and besides the rocking boat would have made them difficult to cast in any case. Instead, he had laid down, useless, in the hold, while they went about their business....