The Godslayer has been broken in the war between Mulcarn and Sucellus into three pieces and over 300 years those pieces have been moving close to each other. Now they all lie in the area of Letum Frigus, the place where Sucellus was killed, the home of Mulcarn.
Kylorin has gone into this region and has sought out the bands of men that still survive in a battle against Mulcarn and his forces. He has set in motion a plan to reforge the Godslayer and to do what a god had failed to do, kill the God of Winter.
*** Dawn of a New Day ***
The battle for Jotsplat was long and difficult, but in the end the Elk with the aid of the Children of Kylorin and the freed Sabertooth Family won the day. The city of Jotsplat was spared the rampaging vengeance of the Doviello Barbarians. The barbarians were crushed between the defenders on the wall, and the Elk warriors who charged from the cover of the forest. The battle tactic was only made possible by Lehros' timely arrive after a very long run from the dragon Oroshar's lair. Many Elk died honorably in battle, many many more Doviello fell to the Ammurite iron weapons. With the slaying of a major chieftain by the Children of Kylorin the barbarian hordes lost enough direction to become a beast without a head. The beast was slain after many hours of hard battle.
The day ended yesterday with victory for the Elk and the Doveillo scattered back into the wintry lands beyond the boarders of the Ammurites to lick their wounds and hone their battle skills. The struggle against the beasts is far from over, but for now the Elk will know a short peace. Tired and wounded the Children of Kylorin fought on until the battle was won and during the fighting some of the group was split up but eventually found one another once again come morning.
Having resting through the night in various locations, where ever a bed could be found to lay their head, our heroes eventually begin to recollect at the Great Mead Hall of Bowenwar the King in the morning.
The Great Mead Hall is basically one large open wooden chamber. Heavy pillars, carved with animal and monster faces support the angled roof high above. The room has many benches and tables set around the outer side of it near to the door much like a mead hall or tavern. At the far end of the chamber is a large wooden throne which is currently empty. Warriors mill about talking and drinking, other men and woman linger near their kin talking about the battle of yesterday. A huge fire is set in the middle of the room and warms the building. The smoke escapes out of a hole in the middle of the roof. There are two wings to the building, sealed away behind closed doors. Weapons and shields hang on the wall and the windows remain shuttered against the cold. It does not appear to have suffered during the siege.
Dozens of warriors, sages, and shamans of the Elk pack the chamber, many with bandaged wounds from the fight. All of them with weapons and armor worn proudly. The Elk talk in loud and boisterous voices regaling one another with their victory stories and tales of their battle prowess. Ale and mead flows freely, even at this early hour, and its possible many of these men have not slept at all.
The Children begin to arrive...