1875-02-10: A farmer sets foot in Ragnessen
A farmer sets foot in Ragnessen.
Summary: As it happens, a man who toils in fields arrives in a city called Ragnessen.
Date: 1875-02-10
Related: None.
NPCs: Ulfr and Lifa. Two wolfhounds that like to pee on things and sniff other things.
Players:
Ranulfr  

"So this is what it is to see a once great Kingdom brought low?" Ranulfr stepped from the longship, gazing up at the Aequorian architecture of Ragnessen with some measure of admiration as a good few vigamandr followed after him, disembarking and moving about to stow their gear and unload the supplies from the vessels that had followed the former Jarl of Dorling. Despite being a simple farmadr, possibly the greatest farmadr who have ever ploughed a field, Ranulfr Raskbrook knew how to provide for those who followed him, in both food and wealth.

Ranulfr's single eye finally focused on the bustle of the city ahead, just as his two loyal wolfhounds loped from the longship, sniffed at a box of supplies, and settled in either side of their master, ears pricked against the alien noises of the city.

"Find us some lodgings, something with a warm hearth, some land, and see that the cellar is stocked with our supplies, we've sailed hard and we deserve to rest. As for you two…" Ranulfr's eye darted from each wolfhound in turn, a crooked grin etched upon his lips, "Let us explore, never much liked cities, let us admire the King's efforts." And with that said in his warm lilting voice, Ranulfr set off at a stroll, with those two wolfhounds weaving before him and about him, sniffing at a good many new scents and marking their own territory along the way.

All the while the vigamandr who had followed proceed to do as he requested, carrying a good many White Hall delicacies with them. A few bundles of ice peppers, honey, and a couple of shaggy cows that had also made the crossing with the company of a few chickens. Even as they toiled, a couple of sturdy loaves of honey-sweetened peasant bread were broken by more than a few as they enjoyed the bounty Ranulfr's slave Sif had prepared for their journey. It was if anything a sweet reward for making the crossing, and a sweeter reminder of home.

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