Razochita

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Adaar

A berserker walked out of the jungle to the southeast of Razochita into the clearing on the edge of the lake city. Two men with their hands bound by rope and their bodies were beaten and bruised walked in front of him and a white dire wolf standing four feet tall walked next to him, some of its pure white fur marked with mud and blood.

The berserker was Adaar Aslog-Elufson of the Ashborn clan from Quxaul. Adaar's pale blond hair was in a braid reaching to his buttocks and his beard was in a similar braid reaching to the bottom of his chest. On Adaar's head and shoulders laid a white dire wolf pelt made into a shroud and on his legs, Adaar wore a pair of black leather pants with paired boots. On the belt of the pants was a pair of throwing axes, a dagger, a pair of human skulls, a goat stomach bag filled with water, fishing line and a hook. In Adaar's left hand was a bloody sack and in his right and was a Dane axe which rested on his shoulder. The ash wood handle of the axe was covered in runes of the Quxaul native language, the axe's huge steel blade was curved coming into a hook at the bottom and a stabbing point on the top. Engraved on the axe's blade was the symbol of a great hollowed ash tree identical to the tattoo covering Adaar's chest and stomach. Also decorating Adaar's pale skin was a serpent wrapping around his right forearm, and a number of runes stretching from his right shoulder to the fingers of his right hand but also covering his skin was a countless number of scars.

The dire wolf was Hvitur Adaar's companion whom had been raised alongside him. The two bound men were highwaymen with bounties on their heads one of them was short with simple bruises covering his face, the other was tall and had a shoulder bandaged and a cut going across his forehead. The two men wore the bronze skin and colorful clothing of native Azyans.

As the group approached the bridge entering into Razochita the short man turned to Adaar. "I'm not going back into that city." he said

Adaar dropped the bloody sack and grabbed his axe in both hands. "You have made it this far." Adaar said to the man, "do not make me cut anything off."

"I'm not going into Razochita."

Adaar took a step towards the man as Hvitur growled at the man. "Have it your way."

The man raised his hands "Wait, wait, just let's talk."

Adaar stood still. "You're not from here." said the man.

"What gave it away?."

"You're a northman from Quxaul."

"You have a good ear for accents or maybe you just looked at me"

"What was done to your people in the savage wars was wrong you didn't deserve that."

"Your attempt to talk your way out of this is not going to work."

"I'm not tr-"

"Be quiet and turn around I am going to turn the two of you in and assuming you haven't killed any travelers you may only become slaves."

The two highwaymen simply looked at one another.

"You will be sacrificed to your gods then, start walking," said Adaar

"They are not my gods." said the short man as he turned around "They've never done anything for me."

Adaar picked up the bloody sack and the group walked onto the bridge going into the mixing bowl of Razochita. Adaar told the guard on the bridge that he was turning the bounty of the two men in and had proof of more bounties, the guard having worked with Adaar before, let him escort the men to the guard base in the mixing bowl. As the men walked through the city the two highwaymen looked curiously at their surroundings.