A Bank and a Forest Along the River

The Draugr King and his undead soldiers maneged to circle the vast cove undetected and the three ships were now beached behind the mountain range, although crossing the mountains wouldn't be easy they had the advantage of not being noticed

Some of the recently dead that had just turned couldn't walk yet, the transformation happened to fast and they would be useless for a while so the ones that could walk started exploring the forest, the animals had left it after the undead landed, he the few brave predators that were protecting their cubs or their territory were soon slaughtered

Soon enough they had found a clearing and brought the tools, weapons and other useful items that were in the ship. The Draugr King approached one of his soldiers and said "Find Freyr." Than gave the Draugr soldier a coin

The Draugr camp didn't had a firepit, tents, water or any type of healing items, except for the ones in the ships they took control of, they didn't need any of these things, everything they didn't need were thrown away.

Benrir ordered some of the undead to hunt, they would need leather for repairs and to make new equipment, he also ordered some to take trees down and to strip one of the ships from its ropes, he also sent some to get clay and rocks form the river, their first objective was to be able to fix, maintain and make weapons and tools

Benrir, got up from his sitting spot, approached the Draugr tha had the most control over his own body, grabbed it by the chest plate and said in his new raspy voice "Don't. Fail."

The Draugr didn't respond but understood, for the rest of the day, him and a few others experimented on different mixes to make the clay more stable but it was always too malleable or too tough to shape, the Draugr King grew more and more impatient.

As the third night, the Draugr with the task to lead others to build the oven had an almost perfect mix between sand, mud, water and clay and with the help of the other Draugar had finally finished bathe oven

In the first sign of instability shown by the clay oven, Benrir, once again got up and approached bathe Draugar leading the 'oven project' "You failed," he said, as he cutted the Draugr in half, the oven, would've work after it dried if the King's blad hadn't hit it as he punished the undead bin front of the oven.

Benrir grabbed the upper half of the undead soldier and dragged it away from where they were hiding and threw it outside the forest shouting the word "Banished."

In the middle of the third night, Benrir, the Draugr King, spotted a red pair of glowing eyes approach him, those eyes belonged by one of his most trusted soldier and leader of his personal guard.

"My king," the Draugr said.

The king surprised that the undead had as much control over his own body as himself "Since when you speak ?" The king asked.

"Since few hours ago, banished fool exposed us, died with two more."

The undead king leader became furious, throwing a tantrum, he punched trees and threw rocks, "Make them weak," he ordered.

The red eyes undead smiled, he already had a plan to make the Ironwolf Settlement morale drop "As you wish."

The Draugr, seeing the failure of the others became determined to do better, he was always loyal to his leader and now that he had direct orders he was determined to find success.

Laszlo lead his new company through the untamed lands, promising them great glories on the path to the defeat of his mistress. He wove bold stories of her evils, each fundamentally truthful but on the verge of deception such that he might minimize his role in any of Maribel's evils, while maximizing the horror in each of her actions from the enthrallment of hundreds to her service, to the slaying of anyone that got in her way. While ultimately he considered himself innocent given that he was at core her slave, he knew not exactly where the moral red lines of the strangers were and thus erred on the side of caution. For now, they were good allies of convenience in the destruction of the hated villain and it was in his interest to see them grow, prosper, improve just as he was working upon himself.

Kua Redford seemed to be the bridge between that Laszlo had to cross if he wanted to coax anything out of his new companions. Briefly, he wondered if the half-elf thought of him the exact same way. He certainly wasn't in his right mind to tell if this was the case. Perhaps she saw him as a disposable monster to wield until the defeat of Maribel at which point he would be culled as the abomination that he saw in the void every time a mirror bore no reflection. Truth be told, he wouldn't even be angry if she immediately stabbed him in the back once Maribel was dead, so long as it was first confirmed she wasn't coming back.

Another story was Aleena Lavenderblood . The mere smell of the other vampire made black veins throb across Laszlo's body. He had managed to convince himself to abstain of violence towards the woman, but it was still hard to for him to suppress seeing within her an outlet for the loathing he felt for himself and his own vampirism. No, no, she was tamed, just Kua's pet. Such mantras were for now enough to keep Laszlo calm.

It was hard to read Jace Prix but ultimately Laszlo felt some sort of pity for the lad. It was clear he was an accomplished magician, but undoubtedly the mist took away much of that as it had for other spell casters. To have something natural taken away, must have been as awful as to have something unnatural added. Despite them not speaking much, Laszlo almost felt kinship to the fellow.

Travels-Far of the Faceless was of course the most curious sample he felt he could not only sympathize but empathize too. It was a strange thing to be jealous of, but he wished he had the maturity of the Faceless. They seemed to be taking their lot in life following many tragedies in much greater stride than he was.

"You see, there was a time she ordered me and that little scrawny shit Vasco to go out and-... what's that?" the vampire was in the midst of adjusting another story about how evil his quarry was, when he smelled death. Violence, blood, yes it was all there, and not of his own making. "Danger." he announced simply, struggling to suppress giddiness that there was true prey at last. To any in the party wishing for a scrap, he waved for them to follow unto the sight of ghouls lead by Vicent Maka - The Gentle Ghoul . Feasting on corpses, he could only assume that they were the very ones who inflicted the death they now made a feast of. His head turned to Kua, grotesque teeth spread wide in a grin. "Miss, I believe this is your specialty?" He'd deny it, but the man found some sardonic enjoyment from thrusting the do-gooder into violent situations. 

Travels Far had also caught the same scent of dead flesh in the air, the thick metallic miasma of spilled blood, while it held no expression, the homunculus' body loosened and relaxed, a sort of warm placid sigh came from the being, In the time spent travelling it had done away with any pretense of disguising itself as a Trueborn, a sack of blood hung at it's back and it had returned to the oddly jointed legs it used when first it met Kua. As it exhaled(?) a flap of loose red flesh across its midsection quivered.

"That smell...butchered bodies, a simple feasting...memories of times spent under control...but not bad memories."

The Faceless advanced, snapping through underbrush to get a better look at the display of gorey revelry. It saw a tangle of bodies, lace thin, dining on Trueborn carrion with gusto, he saw one with what appeared to be a bag and a hat of some kind, it was looking at them. Travels Far thought deep on the best course of action, it did have a taste for cadavers itself though of course it hadn't openly admited this in front of the others, Trueborn get oddly sensitive about things like that.

"Carrion Eaters!" It exclaimed with not hot rage or quiet contempt or even poking curiosity it usually held. Travels Far sounded more excited than anything else, almost giddy.