Prologue 3: On the Move

They were gathered together after taking down their tents all of which took many days to do so as the encampment was quite large with them being 272 in number as they began mounting their kremlin horses and packing their covered wagons with supplies enough to to last ten years.

Salem can be seen holding a small child smiling faintly as it slept quietly. He had gone to see Dane and Kami the morning before as 5 days had passed since the meeting and they were getting ready to move towards the Toruh mountains.

Kami came out of one of the wagons with a bow in hand and a sash of about 30 arrows with bone tips on her back.She had a battle dress on that was mad up of a black leather chest piece on top of her black chest wraps she used to cover her large breasts leaving exposed her chocolate belly that was ripped with abs, and a black fur skirt that hugged her thighs and hung down to her knee, her hair wavy black hair tied in a braid out of the way for easier movement.

She was currently smiling warmly at seeing her father-in-law with her son, enhancing her charm leaving some men who looked at her stunned momentarily but then remembering who she was married to was like a bucket of cold water on their heads as they returned to what they were doing while Kami walked towards Salem.

Once she reached him she spoke " hello again father-in-law" she said as she beamed him a smile.

He turn his attention away from the child to look at her and smiled back while saying" This one just loves to sleep huh." He said as he poked Danes puffy cheeks with his finger

Kami smiled and said " yea he usually sleeps and rarely does he cry to eat or for me to change his diaper but that's about it" Salem smiled at this and looked around seeing everyone is almost done preparing to go so he hand the child back to Kami and begins to walk towards the front of the caravan.

Soon Rog-thane arrives beside Kami's side holding his massive shield and sword together while also wherein battle attire which consists of black spotted furs for a kilt along with a metal shoulder guard on his right and gauntlets with his mane of black hair swaying in the wind whilst giving off a intimidating aura as his muscles bulged slightly.

Kami was around 5.8 and stood next to him almost like a child next to an adult which was rather funny to see as she has a lithe frame making her agile which suits her as she uses a bow and is good at reconnaissance.

As they were talking Dalm also appeared wearing full arm gauntlets to his shoulders along with metal boots and carrying a double edged axe on his shoulder.they were all prepared for battle as they new they were about to enter the territory of the ice Orcs and Trolls. The Ice Orcs and Trolls were a rather peculiar team as they used to fight each other but recently they have had an alliance to fight the mountain barbarians.

The Caravan soon began its March as the clan head along with some of its elders took lead on some kremlin Horses leading the separate covered wagons. The Journey through the forest was hard as it was getting denser has the headed deeper towards mountains. Days past and soon they received their first attack of a scouting team of Ice trolls and orcs.

The Orcs had pale skin with only a hint of green, their body's were all tall in height standing at 6.4 to some reaching 6.7 or higher. All of them extremely muscular. Carrying doable edged axes and great wide swords, all of which were stained in blood.

The Trolls didn't look any less fearsome as they stood even taller leaning towards 7 to 8 feet in height. Their body's were as wide as two grown men and their arms as thick as a mans torso.

The Trolls didn't seem to carry many weapons as the only some wielded clubs while others. Stuck to their fists. Even though they were massively outnumbered with their 20 members against the barbarians 200, they didn't seem to fear this and looked only more bloodthirsty.

One person from the caravan stepped forward and was about to try and communicate with the 20 member group ahead to let them pass but didn't get the chance before they were rushed by the orcs and trolls.

The Fighters of the caravan stepped forward and fought back the attack but the battle didn't go without casualties. That attack alone killed 2 barbarians and injured 6 who seemed as if they wouldn't be able to fight for a while.

After the battle the elders gathered along with leaders such as Rog-thane and his wife Kami.

One of the Elders spoke" if we keep getting attacked like that we won't be able to pass the mountains even before we are wiped out." He said in a worried tone, just that fight alone dealt extreme damage to their already low numbers. He worried about how long it would take before they trolls and orcs sent a larger force to deal with them

Another elder then opens his mouth and spoke" what if we ask the mountain clans for passage? They might not mind it as we just want to cross."

But a quickly as he finished speaking they could here more orcs and trolls in the distance. And with that all the leaders and elders looked to each other and nodded before changeing course of the caravan and counting the March. days passed by with constant small incursions of Orcs and trolls attacking the caravan, and soon 2 weeks had passed and they had lost another 10 lives to the attacks.

As they March they were soon stopped by a man with a lean but muscular figure, with pale skin filled with tribal tattoos along with silky white hair and piercing light blue eyes as he gazed at the remaining members of the caravan. He had on white furs that matched the environment along with a bow to his side.

One of the leaders, Revu , a large man standing at 7,1 with bulging muscles and a fierce air around him stepped forward and asked in a deep voice" are you from one of mountain clans?" Even though he tried to ask politely his frame and voice gave off the impression he was giving an order not a question.

But the man seemed to understand his good intentions and nodded before speaking in a soft voice though everyone heard him" yes I'm of the Crystal peak clan charged with territory patrol and saw you heading towards our landmark so I came to greet you. What brings you this deep up north friends?" He said in a friendly manner as most mountain clans were peaceful towards other barbarians this was expected.

Rev then spoke again" we seek to cross the Toruh mountains and over the Dunes of Exile in search of a place to settle as our clan is searching for a safer home" upon hearing this the man wanted to asked why but everyone went silent.

The man understood and said nothing as he took up his bow and tied a piece of green paper to it before shooting it towards the peaks. The arrow sailed through the air till it was to far to see and the man turned back to the clan

" I have let the clan know of you visitors and that we shall arrive soon" he said and then motioned for the caravan to follow as he headed towards the Toruh mountains