Legacy of Brutality
Daladon Meets Rhiannon
Daladon, The Wanderer, made his way through the Wald. He spied the tracks of a mighty boar and carefully began to follow. For 30 days he followed the spur, over hills and through vales, until he no longer recognized the land. Still, he tracked his prize.
Ahead, by a stream, he saw the beautiful creature drinking deeply. Silently, he nocked his bow, preparing for the final chase. As the boar turned its head, a nearby rustle startled the Borderwalker. When he turned back, the boar was gone, but a spear point was at his throat.
“You do not smell of The Worm. Are you of Morrigan or of Demeger?”
“I do not know what you speak. I protect the forest and the people. I walk the borders, finding food in winter, felling beasts when they come near. I serve none but the World, and so I serve all.”
The woman holding the spear stepped before Daladon and said, “Ah, you are the Hero of Woodsmen. In my court they speak of you, Fey-Friend. They speak of how you defend the forest but also the field. They speak of how you patrol the Bitter Valley to ensure none escape.”
“Lady of the Wilds, it is an honor to meet you,” replied the Ranger. “I have no hall, or I would offer you feast. But we can make camp. There is a boar nearby who can feed us all well.”
An amused but terrible looked flashed on her face. “You would tie me to a spit and roast?”
“Lady of Streams, I did not recognize you. I have heard of your terrible beauty and generosity. The People hunger, for the Beast has wasted their fields. Even the Fey speak of barren vines and brambles.”
“Tis true,” she replied. “The Worm Spawn’s Winter bites bitter cold. Perhaps we can make some Spring for a little while. But I lay a Geise on you – Neither you nor your followers may hunt the sacred boar, who turns up the earth and make new place for growing things. But, should he neglect his duties and go astray into the fields, then you may release him from his misery.”
And so he became “Lord Protector of the Forest”, the for a short while in a small place, the Winter was pushed back.
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