A strong alliance, forged in the heat of battle.
(Freebuild, with help from Makok the Dwarf, for both LOM and our new webcomic)
About this creation
Revin was in trouble. Trapped on the cracking ice, surrounded by outlaws, and with no plausible form of escape made apparent. If it could get worse, he didn't want to know. One thing he did want to know is where in Mythron did these guys come from? They weren't members of the regular intruders, with whom Sir Revin was almost on a first-name basis. These were complete and utter strangers, dangerous-looking ones at that.
Abruptly, an old geezer came out of nowhere and "forced a man to say goodbye to his legs", as the ruffians at various inns phrase it. The reactions of the outlaws indicated a familiarity with the newcomer.
The old one had skill, Revin had to admit. He twirled his axehead downwards and struck an outlaw in between his eyes with its butt.
Picking up the fallen one's axe, he took aim for a burly fellow in chainmail.
Good aim, too.
While dispatching a couple of the intruders, Revin spotted the one who seemed to be in charge whisper instructions to a minion, then both slipped away.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his new helper slamming the head of his axe into an ice floe, knocking its occupants off balance.
Once the last of those who had lingered were finished, Revin approached his ally and said,"Thanks for your help. You are...?"
"Thorond. At your service. What is your title?"
"Call me Revin. Would you by any chance know who these fellows are?"
Thorond's eyes narrowed. "Indeed I do. They belong to a massive clan of outlaws called the 'The Onrr Iato', which in my language means, 'The Black Claw'. I've been following them for... a long time."
"I'd rather not say. What's your story?"
"I belong to the Mythronian outpost here in Bodus. I'm used to outlaws, but these were something different. Have you been following them from far away?"
"You could say that. Well, I fear I must be off. I see some of them escaped, and it is possible that they will lead me to the rest of the Onrr Iato."
"If this group is as large as you say, perhaps I should follow you. After all, what's the point of standing guard over the border if the rest of Mythron is run over? Would you mind a traveling companion?"
Thorond looked thoughtful. "I suppose. Follow me."