Arrival of House Danaan - SECOND PLACE - Artirius (Skool)

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The sun shone brightly in the sky as the boat gently beached itself upon the shore. Here, there was hope. Here, there was a chance. Here? There was freedom! Artirius looked about as a few more small boats landed and their passengers climbed onto the warm sand beaches. With a sad wave to the captains, the ship which had brought him and his family set sail into the sunset and Artirius knew there was no going back.


Myrthin looked over as the first boat hit the shore. He watched the Lord Artirius step ashore and couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as he thought of the people in the homeland who had demanded and begged their departure as the plague of foes from the sea swept the land. They had made it. This new land would prove fruitful and useful in preserving and raising the strength of House Danaan to retake their island. They had decided to take this name, Danaan, in honor of their guardian spirit, Danu. Deep down Myrthin knew… the people who had sent them away had done so in sacrifice. If they survived when the escapees returned, they would be broken and enslaved. He did not think many would reach this existence, as they would have chosen death first. In truth, the future of his people lay in this small, ragtag group. Its true they had sent many of their best, but the ship had to also bring weaponry to protect them on the voyage. After packing supplies and gear, along with the weapons, the small ship built for speed could not carry many…



The sea had never been his friend. Wayland lurched forward as the boat hit ground and scrambled out. He lay on the warm sand, his stomach churning like the sea he had just spent who knows how long upon. Thinking of the voyage made him sick once more, but he had nothing else to give. The sea had taken all from his stomach and his weakened state proved such. The voyage had been miserable, sailing through storms and numerous attacks. The ship had suffered from the attacks, but the combined efforts of Wayland and Andraste, the master carpenteress, had kept the ship moving swiftly along the waves. Defeating the enemy was not their goal, but several enemies had sank to their fury. Myrthin, the druid advisor of his brother Lord Artirius, had shown his true strength. Wayland watched as a whirlpool brought down a fast gaining ship while he was up in the rigging fixing the sail. Truly, the power of the clan was not diminished in fleeing from their home. The ship sailed several days in a raging storm which should have torn it to pieces. Wayland spoke with Myrthin who told him Danu was protecting them. During the storm there were small damages, but nothing which could not be repaired. Thankfully the adrenaline had fueled Wayland in his repairs because in the downtime, he could do little other than vomit. He watched Artirius wave off the ship which had brought them to safety…


Here they stood, strangers in a new land. The Lord Artirius and his brother Wayland, whose craftsmanship was unmatched in the clan in the arts of blacksmithing and tailoring. Myrthin, the master druid whom had served as the advisor and caretaker of Artirius since his teenage years. Along the beach stood the Lady Morrigan, wife of Artirius and lady of the house. Of course with her stood her faithful advisor, guard, and companion Andraste. They were expected to make a new life here, to protect the clan and the worship of their guardian Danu. They could not have made it without her approval and protection, and their faith was strengthened that day.



Myrthin performed a quick ritual of thanks to Danu and the group went forth. They made their way to Eldritch, where they separated and went about attempting to build their house. Myrthin learned the animals of the land and which reagents helped to facilitate his spellwork while Wayland made his way north to Fairwinds to begin producing arms and armor for the clan. Artirius used his early days to scout the land, finding a wondrous spot…


The sun sparkled off the crystal clear water as Artirius rode his horse around the bend in the river. Instantly, the water called to him and he could feel the presence of his Lady Danu within this place. He climbed down from his horse and offered a prayer, hoping to find a new, safe home for the clan. Climbing back upon the horse, Artirius made his way around the lake, avoiding an obviously dangerous place while watching the lake. He was watching a small island in the middle… pondering…

He noticed the dock long before he reached it. Asking an old man to borrow his boat, Artirius rowed out to the island and noticed it was uninhabited. He made his way onto land, striking down several bandits in the process. In the middle of the island stood a stone unlike any he had seen before… and it radiated the light and warmth of his guardian. Artirius walked up and fell to his knees, weeping at the deliverance provided to his family. He knew this land was blessed and he walked to the docks, placing a stake in the ground and marking this land as the Island of Danu. He knew not if locals had already claimed it and just not built upon it, but with the wildness of the land around, he was willing to take the risk. His guardian had shown him the way, and he intended to follow it.

Several weeks passed as the clan learned the land and its people. Myrthin had met a fellow druid in the land by the name of Wolfsong whom joined the clan and helped to provide the gold needed
to fully settle the clan. Wayland had met a fellow blacksmith seeking a family and Redwolf was brought into the fold. Wolfsong brought Artirius a deed one day with a smile. “Our family needs a house… and all arrangements have been made.” Artirius looked down and it was the deed for a massive house to be used as a central base and protected area for the clan. They immediately set forth for the island, sending posts to all in the clan to meet them there. As everyone gathered, the tasks were handed out and people went about their business in building the house. It took a few weeks, but finally the clanhouse was finished. Artirius and Myrthin set up a small camping area out back, along with Wayland. The others made their way onto the island, staking out land to build their own abodes. It had taken a while, and the costs were extreme, but House Danaan had finally settled in their new home and the rebuilding of their people could commence…
 
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