The Sunken Treasure of Kerkyra

As told by Vingnir the Wanderer

Our Scouts had ridden day and night to bring tidings to the Warriors of Snowhawk of a message of possible great profit:

"Apparently, A small ship, disguised as an average merchant schooner, was carrying a huge hoard of gold to Tesso. However, the ship was so overladen with gold, that when it was intercepted and breached slightly near Kerkyra, it barely made it to harbor before it abruptly sank to the bottom. 

Ironically the crew and thier pirate assailants where all slain, as Kerkyra has been over-run by beasts of a unknown, but terrible nature."

Its unknown how long it will take the Aquiloneans to muster the courage to attempt recovery, but if we strike while the iron is hot, we could quickly be sitting on a fortune, the likes of which have not been seen in Cimmeria in ages. 


And so it was that a group of Snowhawks quickly prepared themselves and set off for the far flung Wildlands of Zelata,

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as quickly as their steeds would take them. Lucky for us the priest Xixs again showed his courage and commitment, by lending his arm and magicks to the fray...

Some of the quicker to arrive scouted the area, and noticed an interesting development. The beasts there were truly formitable, and though we were able to enter the town, and spy the area from the rooftops, getting to the wreck would require reinforcements. And so the ahead-force retreated to the meeting spot, and waited till dawn for the rest of the Barbarian retinue to arrive.

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And so as Entaro, the Champion of our not so long ago battle at Dinnog, arrived with the rest of our men, we set off shortly after dawn to claim the prize.

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Crom!!! The anger that struck us as we arrived! Apparently, while we were forming up, a partial company of those same Aquilonean dogs the Imperium, had been dispatched to recover the treasure, and had beat us to the town. They had not recovered the treasure yet though, and thier leader Gash was nowhere to be seen, perhaps he sent his minion iron-clads to do his dirty work, as he lounged in his soft Aquilonean bed. Who knows, but he wasnt there...

Seeing an opportunity to catch the the wolves without thier Alpha leader, Entaro screamed at the already enraged Snowhawks "Take the Dogs! and at once, in a formidable swarming wall of Axes, hammers and swords the Barbarians fell upon the Imperium heavy troops who stood fast at the arch of the bridge which was the soul foot path to our goal.

We hit them hard, but they were ready for us this time, with a strong line, hard hitting archers, and the questionable magick of their priests. Bodies lie on both sides, but admittedly, our ranks were decimated, and we were forced to retreat.

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Again we struck them but this time there was no doubt about the dubious magick they had brought to the fight, obviously something darker then the works of Mitra, it seemed they would resort to anything to win, not to take anything from the noble warriors who stood at thier lines, but the allure of fortune will lead men to things that otherwise one might find abhorrent. 

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Perhaps those dogs had learned a thing or two since Dinnog, but it wasnt over yet. we were forced back again, but both sides recieved trickles of reenforcements and so we prepared for yet another assault.

This time we were angry, and truly determined to win, we pulled the ranks in tight and considered our options. In the end we made another frontal assault.

As we charged an Idea came to my mind and as we launched the charge up the bridge, I yelled to my fellows follow me! For Snowhawk! and right before I was to strike thier shield wall, feinted to the right, and dove off the bridge. Earlier, I had spied a climbing point on the opposite rocky shore, and hoped the men would follow me.

Entaro must have must have read my intuition, because quickly he urged roughly half our force to follow my lead, and we swam quickly to the rocky crag across the river. We quickly ran up the shore, it was immediately apparent that we had accomplished half our goal, and had disturbed thier plan to crush us like a vise on the narrowed bridge once again. we fell on them in thier suprize and returned the favor of hammer to anvil, many of them fell in the confusion, and soon we established a stronghold on the town.

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This moment of intuition was my finest moment as a Snowhawk thus far (It was not really intuition, but a memory of a simular situation as a young mercenary, among the Gundermen, but that is a tale for another day...) Let the young wolves remember that when they talk questionably of my light head of hair, and the heavier armor that they scorn...But everthing came with a ost, we had lost our elder bear Shamen Urfang, and thought perhaps he had been drowned by those murderous dogs in the river. Luckily the old vetran shaman and head-smasher, Lugh had arrived mid battle, and raised the spirits of our battered men.

But there was no time for regrets, or celebration, and so we turned our minds back to war.
Upon examination, we noticed that indeed the arch of the bridge that they had chose to defend from, was tactically still the best position, and so we set up our own version of 'shield-wall' and prepared for their return.Olcan roared "Aquilonean pole-axes? let them fear the sharp tip of our Cimmerian spears!" This time we had the advantage and the gold, but we knew we wouldnt be able to carry off our treasure, until we beat back our relentless foes.

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Apparently, the Imperium took great insult at our capture of the town, or perhaps it was their gold lust, but they came at us more organized and determined than ever. again they attempted to raise the hair on our backs by bedeviling us with vile magiks that sprung out at us upon the bridge, and played on the nerves of the more supersticous among us.

All of us were startled by the array of sorcery, and among our ranks we were loathe to charge our slowely approaching foe, n fact, we gave some ground and tightened our formation.

In the end our forces regained thier resolve, and playing on THEIR fears, shrieked and charged their line! Perhaps they had lost their confidence from the last exchange, but for whatever reason. we smashed them as they had smashed us, in the beginning of the battle...

We licked our wounds, for we knew they would be back.... 

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While they were rallying thier troops at some safe distance off, we decided to take a look at our captured booty, and some of the more wary of us stuffed our pockets and bags with what little portion of the whole we could carry and still fight easily. Hardly a dent, but my share I can tell you was enought to keep a Cimmerian in Women and ale for many, many moons.

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Meanwhile, the Imperium apparently tried to take a note from our battle plan, and attempted a water assault of thier own, but were quickly dispatched as we were waiting for them, and had brought a couple special mounts to confuse and smash the ambushers...

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But there was little time for merriment or relaxation, almost immediately the Aquiloneans sent out scouts into the Northern foothills to scout our front, and any weakness in our position. We dispatched those foolish enough to come too close, Mendrak yelled at the top of his lungs "Form up men! dont all run after those scouts Currs!"

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Quickly we realized that the vangaurd of Imperium had returned with thier leader Gash! the battle was inspired, but again we pushed back their forces, and as the day grew towards night, we realized that the next fight may determine who would be taking the treasure to thier home.

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Perhaps it was over confidence, perhaps it was the return of their shifty leader, but as the Imperium returned they seemed to be inspired and strengthened, and as we met them in battle in the middle of town, our soldiers fell quicker than they had previously. We were forced to fall back, and as we did so, the Imperium prepared to carry off the treasure to Tesso.

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So we horsed up, and planned an ambush on a narrow pass that lead to thier goal in the city to the north.

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We were confident of victory, maybe that was our downfall. Or perhaps it was the fact that unbeknownst to us, a group of reinforcements had arrived to strengthen thier numbers. I myself was singled out and took a seemingly fatal blow to the chest from one of thier nasty polearms, luckily my legionare's breastplate saved me from the totality of a final death, but like me, our troops fell before the advancing numbers of those shifty Aquiloneans, and the Imperium dogs narrowly won the day. Perhaps next time we will feel free to use a simular reinforcement tactic...

As a gesture of a battle well fought, and intent to warn them that this blood-feud between us was far from over, the Elder Shaman Urfang who we thought slain earlier, stepped forth, and admitted our temporary defeat. Next time Imperium, next time...

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