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Eric Grimmson is an acclaimed Mitgardian politician and former diplomat to Mpya Stedor Kaliphlin. The Mitgardian leadership has sent him to Varlyria to hire direly needed swellswords. Part I: It was a good day for Sven Thorsson, the captain of the Mitgardian cog "Lady Emma". The wines he had ordered at the St. Gustavo winery had finally arrived in Illyria, where currently he was staying at the Casa de Mitgardia, the official Mitgardian trade mssion in Varlyria. Sven was sure that these wines were so good that most certainly he would make a nice margin himself, as the ship the young captain was leading actually belonged to Eric Grimmson. Maybe he could even start saving for a ship of his own. The "Lady Emma" was old, almost rotten and not really the kind of ship for anyone who had graduated from the Naval Academy in Mpya Stedor, Kaliphlin, lead by the famos Chendrico the Sailor. But Grimmson, who was Mitgardian ambassador to Kaliphlin at the time, had taken him under his wing and so he owed him something. A shout from the canals interrupted Sven's musings, a new load of barrels had just arrived: Sven oversaw the unloading, updated his accounting, sighed and finally made up his mind to see Eric Grimmson, who surprisingly had arrived from Mitgardia just the other night. Sven was sure that by now the old man would be up and wanting to see him attend. Yet he wondered: What did his mentor want, why had he come here, did he not trust him with the wine trade? Sven felt a little akward. "Sven, my young friend, why don't you join me for lunch. I've ordered chicken and Varlyrian cheese, really excellent if you ask me!" said Eric Grimmson and laughed this furious roar that he was famous for in all of Mitgardia and Mpya Stedor. "Oh actually, I am not that hungry my Lord, I've already eaten my lunch." replied a scared Sven Thorsson. "Ah come on Sven, then at least sit down and pour yourself a goblet of that great wine you've aquired. We have serious matters to discuss, things are not well in Historica and you really need to know!" So Sven finally sat down and listened to a now dead serious Eric Grimmson: The Jarl was missing, so was Steen Larsson. Victor Revolword had taken Cedrica and Elon Chorian, the new Mitgardian leader, had sent him here in order to hire a company of sellswords that were willing to risk their lifes for the Mitgardian cause. "But Mylord" a deeply worried Sven interrupted "Mylord, please forgive my interrupting you, but you know as well as I do that the Varlyrians would never mingle with the Historican affairs. They trade with us, and that's it. Are you willing to risk this relationship?" Sven felt his dreams of buying his own ship (and possibly finding a Varlyrian wife) vanishing beyond a wall of stone grey mist. "Well son, there is one thing you haven't really understood yet. The Varlyrians want gold, that's all they care for! And gold is what the will get. Trust me, I've traded with them long before you could even think of peeing on your own. So let me handle them, I know how to get them!!!" Eric Grimmson was shouting by now and Sven was really ashamed. How could he possilby think that Eric Grimmson did anything dumb? He was Mitgardia's most trusted diplomat! "Look Sven, there on the canal! An official barge from the Varlyrian government, I knew they would take the bate! And oh, by the way, I bought a new ship. A carrack! And you'll be its new captain" said Eric Grimmson and smilingly patted his young friend on the shoulder: And so Eric Grimmson managed to buy himself into the Varlyrian army. Despite their own problems with the current orc uprisings in the mountains, they offered the Mitgardian top diplomat to go and try to find some boys who'd be willing to fight, on his own expenses. They wouldn't care, as long as they were paid the correct amount! And so the deal was sealed. Eric Grimmson and Sven Thorsson went ahead to find themselves some mercanaries. However, their secret meeting hadn't been as secret as they would have wished for: Part II: So the officials of Varlyria had declared that they'd stay out of the Historican's affairs. Why bother something that was so far away? They had enough problems fighting loose orc gangs in the mountains to the east. However, they were always interested in making the extra gold coin and the Mitgardian diplomat Eric Grimmson could convince them to let him hire some Varlyrian sell swords. And as soon as Eric Grimmson had the go to hire some mercinaries for the Mitgardian cause, he headed for a bar in the harbor disctrict to throw a big party. Beer, wine and food were for free, so dozens of curious young men had shown up to get wasted for good: All that was required of them was to sign a paper, and wear one of these helmets. Silly Mitgardians they thought, why would they want them to see get plastered wearing a helmet? And so as the evening carried on, more and more young Varlyrians were forgetting why they had come in the first place: beer, wine, women, adventure? (war!) The Varlyrian serving maidens however, were annoyed considerably by the behaviour of their country's young men - "take your dirty hands off you drunk pig!": more pics here when public: http://www.brickshel...ry.cgi?f=522408 Part III: After a long night of heavy drinking, early in the morning the Mitgardians had packed their newly aqurired mercinaries and put them on a ship. They had convinced quite a number of young Varlyrians to join the Mitgardian forces. But truth be told: they were a sorry lot. Untrained, lazy, drunk (if allowed to drink) and easy to be tempered. Still, after the battle of Queenscross Mitgardia lacked fighting men and so they could use (as cannon fodder) every available lad they could find. Eric Grimmson and Sven Thorsson were the last to arrive at the ship that was harboring outside on the Bay of Illyria. "So Sven, there she is in all of her beauty! Did I promise too much?" "Mylord, I'm speachless she's is such a great ship!" "Yes, isn't she. We have capable carpenters in Mitgardia!" "Mylord, what do you call her?" "She is called 'Rose of Asgard', the pride of the Mitgardian fleet!" And so Lord Eric and the young captain boarded the ship. However, what they saw did not promise a peaceful Voyage. The sell swords were sober by now and some already regretted what they had gotten themselves into. Fortunately there were some Mitgardian guards on board and all the weapons were stored belowdecks. The passage to Historica itself prooved to be almost desastrous. Heavy autumn winds were rocking the sea and many a sell sword didn't even manage to survive the voyage. To make things worse, the "Rose of Asgard" reached Historica way too late. Victor was said to be gone but bands of former hand soldiers were still roaming the woods. As soon as the Varlyrian sell sword heard of this they vanished with all the weapons they had been given. Eric Grimmson was devasteted: He had failed his mission, lost a huge amount of his own gold and now he was afraid to meet his Mitgardian superiors to tell of this loss. At least he was still the owner of "Rose of Asgard" and Sven Thorsson had proved an excellent captain. Maybe he could convince him of sailing beyond the Varlyrian waters into seas no Historican had seen before!
