DARIAN'S TRAVELS- (sl Gazette of Moons)

SILVER BLADE FJORD

-merchant headquarter- hiddem falls-

Lately I've been traveling from one city to another, I stopped in the city of AR'station , they had promised me a job as a Caste Leader or Magistrate, but the opportunities were lacking and I found myself alone in the temporary headquarters of the newspaper (I opened a page dedicated to the city of AR's) set up in a room dedicated to the printing of news of the Merchants caste.

I had found Lady Sharni Neox , an old acquaintance of mine met in other cities like Scribe,
but she too was looking for her own dimension that she didn't find, and she left for a trip to the cities overlooking the Wosk river , she sent me messages asking me where I was, and if I had finished the reconstruction of the new Oasis of the 7 Palms and the new Gorean Gallery , I wrote to her saying that I was well underway inviting her, I'm still waiting for her reply.

Meanwhile, my Friend Nani, (I wrote her story as a Panther who lived incognito at the tavern on the docks of Hammersgaard ,
He lived there because he was chasing Sir Erik the Keeper , and by him he had a son who, now grown up, went on his own way.

Nani invited me to the new village under construction of Hammersgaard , remember that the Pirates had attacked that village, setting it on fire and killing many Viking inhabitants, we escape into the forest, up to the borders of Nani's Father's Kingdom , he gave him a vast region, which overlooks a lagoon that flows into the sea.

I left AR's before the snow in the North, like every year, blocks everything. I wanted to return to live with them in that beautiful fjord, where I have many friends. The new Jarl is called Hutred Ragnasson ,
a tall, big man armed to the teeth, sometimes grumpy, but certainly a great Warrior, who takes care of his people. I would have seen the beautiful Tania again, and of course my dear Nani.

We were sailing north, and after passing the Kos archipelago , the weather was already changing, the large white clouds had taken the place of the sunny blue sky, small sheets of ice could be seen on the surface of the sea, descending with the current, but we knew that at this time of year in the north it is always like this.

Towards evening the weather changed for the worse, the wind increasing more and more, the ship faced the high waves created by the wind, the sails slowed the ship rather than guiding it. After a few hours of battling against the cold wind, it began to snow, first slowly, then in flakes that quickly covered the deck of the ship. We were worried, until in the distance we spotted some fires on the reef. We tried to head towards those fires and found ourselves in a small gulf. The fires became numerous with many lights, undoubtedly a village. We were happy to have found shelter and, in agreement with the Captain, we anchored in the roadstead of that village and then we would go down to the port in the morning.

I arrived early in the morning. I hadn't slept. I was anxious to find out if we had ended up among friends or in some outlaw village. I went out on deck. The Captain put a launch into the sea and ordered some sailors to act as an escort. We would go down to the dock where some Viking ships were moored.

Arriving at that dock, we read the signs. We had reached the village of "Silver Blade Fjord." A sign read "Northern Merchants Headquarters." We stopped at the tavern on the harbor, where a young woman served us and asked for directions. That day, everyone had left at dawn for a nearby village. They would return in the evening at a fair, so all we could do was wait in that tavern while the sailors bought provisions for the journey.

I'm waiting to speak with their Jarl, in the meantime I made some sketches of the village which I will post at the bottom of this page.