Leofric Thend

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Character: Leofric Thend
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Near midday the sun peeked through a break in the clouds and the world lit up like white fire. The brilliance of the unbroken plain of snow would likely have given Leofric a headache, save for the fact he already had one. Bloody human piss-water always gave him a headache. And a shortage of memory. And usually a good deal less equipment than he had started with.

He leaned on the gnarled club in his right hand and squinted at the dark speck in the distance. He'd been watching for nearly an hour, and there'd been no sign of movement. Might be the lizard left some coin on the body . . . by Abbathor's black heart he could use a little. Once again he silently cursed human ale-houses.

The wind kicked up and he was reminded that his torn clothes wouldn't protect him from frostbite much longer. Time to collect whatever the poor sod had and make his way down the road. Maybe enough for a hot meal. Maybe more. Maybe only enough for an ale–but an ale was a start--even human piss-water.

There was a village down the road a ways . . . he'd heard of one, anyway. A place of transient adventurers and would-be heroes whos' names were tainted elsewhere. These were berserker lands once, but now the skinnies and the longlegs had infested the place and planted their crops. There was a world unknown below their feet--they built wood houses atop sleeping horror. A grim smile crossed Leo's face as he neared the rumpled corpse. Horror or no, there was shine down there. Probably more than a king could covet. Perhaps even enough for him.

As he crunched through the snow out to the fallen traveller's corpse, he thought of warmer climes and she-dwarves with braided beards. And shine . . . enough to melt this frozen plain with its golden glimmer.

[Vilehelm]

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