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We waited for what seemed like an age in that cold dark cave, standing with ever muscle tense as our breath fogged the air.

Then the first of the ihmissyöjä entered the cave, three of them standing side by side, each with short flint tipped spears in there hands.
They were short men, the tallest of them barely came up to shoulders, and they were of slight build, narrow shouldered, Iarrarl towered over them, as if they were children.

I wished then more than any time in my life, that i still had my panoply, i wanted it all, the helm that rustled up my hair, the breastplate that drooped my shoulders and the shield that knocked on my knees.

But i didn’t, all i had was my spatha that was it, just 36 inchs of sharpened steel.
Still it was a better blade than any of our attackers welded.

Iarrarl darted forwards swinging her axe in a sweeping figure of eight.
As i stepped back from a jaggered stone point, Iarrarl’s axe found its home as it landed deep in the attackers skull, scattering gore as it spilt the man head in twain.

Hacking a half a score of fingers from my foes hand, i moved in closer with a sweep to the belly, spilling out viscera as my spatha opened up a wide crimson smile.

I turned as the last of the ihmissyöjä drove his spear in to Iarrarl.

She recoiled back for a step as a stunned look downed on the ihmissyöjä’s face.

Iarrarl had gaped the spear with one hand, the blade mere inches from her heart.
With iron hewn muscles she forced the spear back, the full weight of her attacker was pushed aside.

Casting the spear in the darkness, she rose over him like some kind of gigantic amazon.

With both hands she cast him out of the cave, as if he was a rag doll.
In quick succession the others where hurled out of the cave.
The sound of butchery echoed from outside for a tense hand full of minutes.

When we left the cave, all sign of the ihmissyöjä was gone, save for a glistening crimson patch.

The next evening we arrived the end of Iarrarl’s journey.
It was a small settlement, little more at two dozen round hut, made for the local gray stone.
They where sat on a small mound jutting out into the cold gray sea.

Who should i draw some art of?
Valius Marinus or Veiakere?

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This time it more of fur clad barbarian Iarrarl.

 

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i have edited out a  number of tabes in which Valius explanes the relative values of the local currencies and accounting the cost of his purchases in detail.
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So it was that come the morning i rejoined with Iarrarl.

She sat atop a large gray hose, her lose lien shirt fluttering in the morning wind.
“So you are ready to visit the land of ice? To feel your bone chill in the wind?
I hope for your sake you are Valius.”
I have taken the liability of correcting much of the grammar, in a effort to aid the reader.
And so in the cold morning light, we head north in to the chilly breath of Boreas.

———–
Day 3

I awoke to Iarrarl boot hammering into my side, riseing out from under my cloak i sore that she had a brace of rabbit in hand.
“The snares where good today, Here this ones yours.”
Iarrarl held hers in both hands raising its feet up high, before quickly biteing its neck open.

The vision of her suckleing away as it neck was quite off putting and i lost all appetite…

Days pasted in a dull unending march as we slowly headed north as the wind grow colder.

As we encountered the first snow capped mountains in the distance,
Iarrarl charged her clothes from a wearing a lien shirt and breeches, it was what i can only describe as a mass of furs stitched and lashed togeater.

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Day 7

It was mid-morning when Iarrarl called a halt.

She leaned in close to me and spoke quietly.
“Valius, i don’t want you to worry, but we are being followed.
That mean we have to change the route.”
She pointed up side to small opening in the hillside.
“Theres a cave there im going to ride ahead and see if we can hold it, you follow up slowy.”

“But won’t we get trapped? they can just set out side the cave and starve us out?”
I asked confused as to her choice of us walking into a trap.
She forced back a giggle “No, we have far more food than them, and they will attack us, there ihmissyöjä, Man Eaters.
This is there hunting ground and we are the game.”

She was fast up the hillside and i was much faster, fear speeding my climb.

At the cave mouth, i turned and court my first glimpse of these “ihmissyöjä”,
thay where moveing in the distance, more like fur coved ants then men.

A slow drum beat started echoing, bringing dread to the air.

Iarrarl was all most happy as she pull her armour and weapons from her house.
Swiftly she donned her armour, a cuirass, made from a dozen wooden slats, each pieced and firmly lashed to neighbours with leather thong.
Throwing the brown skin of bear over her shoulders she stared out of the cave, clutching a long handled axe in her hands.

I must of been a less impressive figure beside her, as we waited with blades in hand.

 

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Well if your offering, id like you to try redrawing this picture of mine

Feel free to add your own twist and change things about.

Do you have any art you’d like me to try and redraw in HM? it seams unfair for me not to offer the same to you.

Edit: my deviant art acount ishttp://funkmachine7.deviantart.com/ , there’s larger pics there and a face shot.

 

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“Thanks for lending me your coat sis, mine still at the dry cleaners.” Emilie shouldered the shotgun as she spoke.
“It’s yours, keep it, i know how much “government” work pays.” Lillian smiled as she shrugged slightly.

“Well your right there, it does pay less than what you on.
But there loads of crap you have to put up with as freelance assassin, having to launderer all your money, the 12 hour flights but the worse of it was meeting the clients.
I think it was Spain, that was the one, that made me think again about being freelance.
Three weeks of haveing to get dressed up in those black leather catsuits and wear those stupid heels, and for what to stand around and guard that fool while he watched the bullfights.
The money just wasn’t worth, so say what you like but “government” work pays the bills.”

“Well i can’t argue with that, still being able to kill whoever i want helps with the stress, really you should try some time.
Now are we going after this vampire or should it put the kettle on?”  With a sincere tone to her voice Lillian collected her submachinegun.

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i have no idea how to up load pictures directly in the post, what i do is up load them to free  image hoisting site  i.e.  tiny pic or deviant art and copy in that images location to the post.

I.E. go to http://funkmachine7.deviantart.com/art/Snow-warrior-520395895

Right click on the picture , copy image location.

head back here click insert/ edit image paste in the image location and adjust it to the right size.

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Grievas your up load appears to have come up as text.
This is probably a bug or some thing.
The best way to up load a save is as an attached txt file with a small pic like the one below, so every one knows what the file is of.

Othere than that i must say SCIAMANO is really impressive with all the details and his little dance.

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The following page was uncovered in the study of Valius Marinus, lose and showing clear signs of haveing been removed from this journal.

It sheds some light on the marital strife  of his later years, so as his biographer i haven included it for completeness.

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It was still dark when the rooster’s call shattered the night, bringing with it the weak drawn light.

We murmured at the light as it filled the chamber, awakeing us to the cold day ahead.

“Stay while Valius, lets just enjoy each others company”
Veiakere rolled over pulling the large fur over us.

” I can’t stay, you know that i don’t belong here, i am betrothed, i have estates to manage.”
The smile faded from her lips as i spoke.
She sighed before clambering from the bed with a clatter.

“Your right, i can’t keep you here, you have your life and it’s not here, not with me.”
There was sadness on Veiakere face as she donned her blued steel helmet, shutting her soft brown eyes behind the bronze rimmed sockets.

“-Sniff- You’ll come and vist? right? you’re not going to just forget me like him?”
“Of course it will, Veiakere your the only woman i’ve ever be truly happy with..”
Her armour was cold and stiff as we embraced one last time as lovers.
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The lose pages end here
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The Thulean wastes where next on itinerary, it was a long week waiting in a cold tradeing town, watching the traders argue over shipments as the plans were made to head north.

Finaly three days before midsummer i met the caravan master that would take me north.

The tavern, stank from a mix unwashed bodys, spoiled beer and wet dogs.
After passing the scrum at the bar, i headed in to the back, looking for one called Iarrarl.

In a dark shadow filled corner, i found, Iarrarl with a large drinking horn in one hand and young red hair serving maid in the other.

The first thing that struck me about Iarrarl, was her hair, it was silver not the faded gray of age but a bright shinning silver.

She sat still, so deep in thought as to be all most indifferent to the fussing maid.

Her eyes glinted as she faced me, there was no smile on her face, just an unwavering stare.
And what a stare it was, her face was pale, all most deathly so, with pale blue eyes that stared like two lumps of frozen ice, the only colour came from the thick raised scars that ran down her face.

“So you Villus Markus, I Iarrarl, i go you come.”
Broken and crude, it was the norm and i was getting used to deciphering such speech.

Brushing the maid aside, she stood up, cutting a distinctive figure, at lest 6 pes tall.

“You buy hose, food hose then next sun i you – she pointed at the ground- then go.”
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Included here is a painting, Valius made after his trip by called The ice queen at war, it is cleary heavy based on Iarrarl, if not her.

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and now the exports working again, i can post the full body view.

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