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Stories / Re: [Brygun] The Story of Calle (long story style)
« on: December 06, 2023, 02:13:51 PM »
Day 6 of the 8th week to summer, Late Pearl month
After a days more of crafting Calle prepares for another journey. To be the “smith of the north” he should support the more northern people. Pearl is named for the white on the trees and ground. A great skiing season. He knows in his heart he should go in the winter.
The good this time are more about hunting. As this is more warlike he will add his metal armors to him. Iron knee and elbow guards, lamellar cuirass, a spectacle helm and mail mittens. This on top of his bear overcoat, furs, leathers and wools. A healing pouch all warriors should carry. His adds two more bandages and the traveler's trio of herbs: nettle, heather and hemp. All can be eaten with nettle and hemp nutritious. When wounded wash with heather then add nettle to the binding. A heather tea is amazing at aiding many types of sickness.
For trade goods he has crafted a good supply for a hunters. The largest is a pair of hardwood bows just finished. For shooting there are six fine broadhead areas with keen edges for bleeding out large game or enemies. Fourteen bone tipped arrows fill out the quiver. A small knife will be of use in preparing the meat and light enough to be taken on long travels.
Food is packed on as well. Those traveler trio increased along with turnips and many smoked meats. A check of the canteen finds it full as is the water skin worn inside his clothes.
Lastly on go the skis. A puff of heater is offered to the spirits to guard his home while away. Once the door is closed behind him his ski pole pushes him northward.
North Wind dances around in the woods. Even through his layers and exertion the cold claws tap at him. Warmth grows from using both legs and arms to ski. The claws slide away leaving the merely a chilly sensation to the war clad Calle of the Reemi.
First to greet him is the Owl village of “Hanging Wide”. One of the dogs leaps over a snow dune barking at his shape. As well as the trade goods he has weapons of bow, axe, sword and knives. His shield waddles on his back as his skis. Helm covering his face it is no wonder the dog is on alarm. Calle slides to a stop. He raises a hand in the sign of greeting.
Orddot greets him back. Seeing this the Owl-tribe adventurer Ahkejuoksa approaches.
“Be wary this winter,” Ahekjuoksa said, “I scouted the Nerjpez as planned. They moved about to kill a few seals and ambushed someone when they were far from me.”
This worried Calle but his courage was gathered, “Such as this is why I come offering bows and arrows for trade.”
Orddot came closer to them, “Calle of the Reemi, will you be traveling south. There is a bundle promised that I am to carry there.”
“Take the rivers but sleep in the woods,” spoke Calle, “The need of me is here in the north.”
With Gahteriinna Calle barters for a winter arctic fox fur, the kind beloved by foreign traders. She is a shred trader taking both bows and 4 of the bone tipped arrows.
Calle laughed, “Truly I expected to travel father before trading so much away.”
Gathteriina snarked back, “We know our people well. These bows will go to my cousins. You would never find them as they move with the herds. Arrows they make enough of and those four will please me to practice shooting until we meet. Now, have you thought of taking one of our reindeer to your stead?”
“You are skilled haggler,” smiled Calle, “There is not much else I planned to trade this trip.”
“What of a dog then? We trained one up for hunting,” Gathteriina perisisted.
Calle showed the knife and remaining arrows, “Clearly not enough. Knowing some idea perhaps when I can fetch more ore and smith it then this can be done.”
She huffed, “But not in winter when the ways to ore are frozen over.”
Things shifted to the general trading of stories. In the afternoon Calle decided to ski on. More now to see if the lands were well. His heart still yearned to be out of the cabin.
“Hair Wild” village was reached in the evening under a three quarter moon turning the pearl snows silver. On the north side of the village they were gathered into a game of ball kicking. The two teams taking turns attempting to knock parts off the other team’s snowmen.
After the game Calle gifted the small knife to a shaman on the winning team, Vilhaelbma. In the tent they sang songs. His old friend Doaivu sat next to him. Doaivu expounded to the others on staying in Swan Cabin. Calle told them about adding three works this winter: the workshop, a snow room and a pen with C shaped barn. The Owl elders found the barns funny. All that work when the animals need to be moved to new grazing grounds. Come morning Calle continued northward while most were still sleeping.
At noon he skid into a community new to him, Barley’s forest. Old Silvu came trampling through the snow then took cover behind a tree. He had thought Calle might be a raider. Once the greetings were exchanged Silvu explained he had heard of Calle. To honor the visit Calle bartered for a spool of nettle yarn for which he overpaid a little with two bone tipped arrows.
From among them Vulle was hired as a guide. North across frozen uninhabited mires they went for miles. A herd of reindeer was seen moving without a care in the world. At a stand of spruce on higher ground they set up a shelter and settled in.
On the next morning they made it north enough to enter the mountains that made the north spine of the land. Crossing up and down onto a mire a nonchalant reindeer herd moved up to them. Calle tried a shot but missed. They smiled to each other as they continued.
Another camp was made and another morning saw them moving north still. This afternoon they reach the coast.
“Bouldery passage,” Vulle explained, “Traders have trouble sailing into this fjord.”
<CALLE 142 north coast with Vulle>>>
After a days more of crafting Calle prepares for another journey. To be the “smith of the north” he should support the more northern people. Pearl is named for the white on the trees and ground. A great skiing season. He knows in his heart he should go in the winter.
The good this time are more about hunting. As this is more warlike he will add his metal armors to him. Iron knee and elbow guards, lamellar cuirass, a spectacle helm and mail mittens. This on top of his bear overcoat, furs, leathers and wools. A healing pouch all warriors should carry. His adds two more bandages and the traveler's trio of herbs: nettle, heather and hemp. All can be eaten with nettle and hemp nutritious. When wounded wash with heather then add nettle to the binding. A heather tea is amazing at aiding many types of sickness.
For trade goods he has crafted a good supply for a hunters. The largest is a pair of hardwood bows just finished. For shooting there are six fine broadhead areas with keen edges for bleeding out large game or enemies. Fourteen bone tipped arrows fill out the quiver. A small knife will be of use in preparing the meat and light enough to be taken on long travels.
Food is packed on as well. Those traveler trio increased along with turnips and many smoked meats. A check of the canteen finds it full as is the water skin worn inside his clothes.
Lastly on go the skis. A puff of heater is offered to the spirits to guard his home while away. Once the door is closed behind him his ski pole pushes him northward.
North Wind dances around in the woods. Even through his layers and exertion the cold claws tap at him. Warmth grows from using both legs and arms to ski. The claws slide away leaving the merely a chilly sensation to the war clad Calle of the Reemi.
First to greet him is the Owl village of “Hanging Wide”. One of the dogs leaps over a snow dune barking at his shape. As well as the trade goods he has weapons of bow, axe, sword and knives. His shield waddles on his back as his skis. Helm covering his face it is no wonder the dog is on alarm. Calle slides to a stop. He raises a hand in the sign of greeting.
Orddot greets him back. Seeing this the Owl-tribe adventurer Ahkejuoksa approaches.
“Be wary this winter,” Ahekjuoksa said, “I scouted the Nerjpez as planned. They moved about to kill a few seals and ambushed someone when they were far from me.”
This worried Calle but his courage was gathered, “Such as this is why I come offering bows and arrows for trade.”
Orddot came closer to them, “Calle of the Reemi, will you be traveling south. There is a bundle promised that I am to carry there.”
“Take the rivers but sleep in the woods,” spoke Calle, “The need of me is here in the north.”
With Gahteriinna Calle barters for a winter arctic fox fur, the kind beloved by foreign traders. She is a shred trader taking both bows and 4 of the bone tipped arrows.
Calle laughed, “Truly I expected to travel father before trading so much away.”
Gathteriina snarked back, “We know our people well. These bows will go to my cousins. You would never find them as they move with the herds. Arrows they make enough of and those four will please me to practice shooting until we meet. Now, have you thought of taking one of our reindeer to your stead?”
“You are skilled haggler,” smiled Calle, “There is not much else I planned to trade this trip.”
“What of a dog then? We trained one up for hunting,” Gathteriina perisisted.
Calle showed the knife and remaining arrows, “Clearly not enough. Knowing some idea perhaps when I can fetch more ore and smith it then this can be done.”
She huffed, “But not in winter when the ways to ore are frozen over.”
Things shifted to the general trading of stories. In the afternoon Calle decided to ski on. More now to see if the lands were well. His heart still yearned to be out of the cabin.
“Hair Wild” village was reached in the evening under a three quarter moon turning the pearl snows silver. On the north side of the village they were gathered into a game of ball kicking. The two teams taking turns attempting to knock parts off the other team’s snowmen.
After the game Calle gifted the small knife to a shaman on the winning team, Vilhaelbma. In the tent they sang songs. His old friend Doaivu sat next to him. Doaivu expounded to the others on staying in Swan Cabin. Calle told them about adding three works this winter: the workshop, a snow room and a pen with C shaped barn. The Owl elders found the barns funny. All that work when the animals need to be moved to new grazing grounds. Come morning Calle continued northward while most were still sleeping.
At noon he skid into a community new to him, Barley’s forest. Old Silvu came trampling through the snow then took cover behind a tree. He had thought Calle might be a raider. Once the greetings were exchanged Silvu explained he had heard of Calle. To honor the visit Calle bartered for a spool of nettle yarn for which he overpaid a little with two bone tipped arrows.
From among them Vulle was hired as a guide. North across frozen uninhabited mires they went for miles. A herd of reindeer was seen moving without a care in the world. At a stand of spruce on higher ground they set up a shelter and settled in.
On the next morning they made it north enough to enter the mountains that made the north spine of the land. Crossing up and down onto a mire a nonchalant reindeer herd moved up to them. Calle tried a shot but missed. They smiled to each other as they continued.
Another camp was made and another morning saw them moving north still. This afternoon they reach the coast.
“Bouldery passage,” Vulle explained, “Traders have trouble sailing into this fjord.”
<CALLE 142 north coast with Vulle>>>
