As we said before Wulfgar and his loyal followers met up in Stormfell and discussed their next move. Wulfgar needed funds to raise an army and having just returned from his coming of age trip he was nearly broke. Broke enough he could not care for the men in his service. He decided to send his men home to their families saying he would call upon them in time. Leaving them with a warning not to mention his return nor their loyalty to him lest his vile Uncle should harm them or their loved ones. The party disbanded and Wulfgar set out to find his fortune and take the first step in reclaiming his father's hall and banner.
Most know of the ancient ruined mountain city of Zuenzgfar. Tales of riches and splendor but dire evil and death to all whom enter, save but a scarce few who dared but to brave the entrance and then only to barely escape with their lives. Wulfgar decided it was here he would start.
He set out on the 7 day journey up the trade roads leading to the Dwarf holds but after 4 days he turned to the east towards Zuenzgfar. While on the trade roads he could make use of the safe haven camps at night along the way. These camps are specially warded to fend off daemons and the undead, which prey on good folk at night. Off the main trade roads Wulfgar had to find adequate shelter and setout his own protective wards to keep the daemons at bay. The first night off the trade road, he setup his wards and covered himself with his cape and used his pack as a pillow. He was very nervous. This was his first night ever in the wild, alone and depending upon his own wards to protect him. As dusk fell he could hear the sounds of the daemons creeping from the shadows of the abyss with their primordial howls. Soon, a vicious red daemon spotted him, it howled as it charged him, Wulfgar did not dare move as his wards left no room for a fight, but he did pull his sword up just in case. The daemon came racing in with hunger in its eyes. Wulfgar's heart beat faster, his throat began to swell. But as the wicked thing reached him, Wulfgar's wards activated with a flash of light and sent the daemon sprawling backwards. It tried again and again, only to be repulsed each time. Wulfgar finally relaxed and took a deep breath. He made a quick prayer to Ulric, sheathed his sword, cleared his throat and spat it at the daemon. The vile creature kept him company all night, it was a fitful night, with no sleep coming. As the night began to give way to the day, the dark creature gave him one last glare then retreated back to the shadows. Wulfgar allowed himself to sleep.
After a few hours, Wulfgar awoke at almost mid-day. He picked up his wards, threw them in his pack and continued on his way. Repeating the process four more nights until he reached Zuenzgfar. He waited till early daylight to enter.
|The Ruins of Zuenzgfar with Wulfgar at the entrance.|
|The hobgoblin knocked Wulfgar down to 2 wounds before|
he killed it.
|Wulfgar enters a long tight tunnel.|
|After resting he reenters the dungeon from the room and decides|
to investigate the other end of the hallway and he encounters
another giant spider. Another pitched battle but our hero
|After slaying the spider and feeling on the verge of collapse|
Wulfgar decides to take his 2 gold and new found magick
ward and leave for Winterfell.