Dragon Warriors

"Aye it is Sten. I have been fighting for the glory of god on the crusade. I smell apple pie so right now I'm serving my stomach."
Sten picks up his end of the stretcher "Come on Calder, I'm hungry"

Sten smiles and walks purposely toward the farm.

Lucky groans incoherently at Sten's last question. He talks of apple pie, and, perhaps, a girl he once knew.

Bretwald turns to Sten. "It may be best to leave Lucky here to Father Bohemond's ministrations. He looks like he should not travel further, and we can ill afford to slow down our journey, sadly."

Reaching the farm you are spotted by a large florid woman, who rises from her rocking chair on the veranda.

Recognising 'Little Sten' she rushes to him and grabs him in a great hug.

(There is a definite smell of apple pie)

Corvin watches the affectionate display impassively before breathing in deeply and announcing ”Well that most certainly smells better than Eel pie. The journey North may have been worthwhile after all!”

Sten smiles broadly "Mavis, it is so good to see you. It is good to be home. Do I smell your delicious apple pie?" Sten's stomach rumbles loudly.

Laila smiled at the display and winced a little at the slight pangs of homesickness.

" A most splendid sted, Good Mother."

" Laila Selbæk Rønning at your service. Do you have any chores need doing?"

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co-author Fury of the Deep
co-author Friends or Foes
co-author Dragon Warriors Players Guide
co-author Cold Fury
co-author Cadaver Draconis
co-author Ordo Draconis 1 and 2.

"Laila, you say, dear? No, nothing needs doing. Come in and have a fill of your belly, and little Stenny-kins can tell me why he's back here, and who that is he's dragging behind him.

"And who are the rest of your friends, Sten?"

Behind her can be seen a throng of what you think are hearty sons, wives and grandchildren.

Corvin steps forward (around Sten’s bulk) gives a curt nod of the head and says ”Greetings Matron. You’ve a fine farm here and by the smell must be the finest baker between here and Ongus! My name is Corvin Rath. A humble scribe, scholar and seeker of knowledge.

He pauses and points to Lucky. ”My studies have given me some modest skills with healing. If you would like I can examine your unlucky companion and perhaps ease his suffering a little?”

Lucky groans as he is dragged, however gently it may be, and he collapses into a state of unconsciousness.

Bohemond lets out a cry of dismay and runs towards him, grabbing one of the poor Lucky's arms. "He's burning up!"