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[b]F) Improve Resources[/b]

When the two scouts returned to Dagshall, the chieftain was quick to meet with them. The words poured of of their mouths like a stream poured over a waterfall, but Dag listened closely. They had found iron, and they had indeed captured [i]something[/i] that might be a skraeling. The thing seemed small and weak, not nearly so dangerous as the skraelings of myth, and it also did not speak like skraelings did in the stories. But perhaps it had simply not wanted to speak, or perhaps it spoke in words that the Iceborn could not understand. They might have been tempted to think of it as some sort of mere animal were it not for the loincloth that it wore.

The two men did not know seeing as they had left almost immediately after the creature had been captured, but in the meantime those other men in the mountains would have already begun questioning the thing. Much depended upon whether that thing was a lone hermit or if there were more of it, and whether it was hostile or could perhaps be reasoned with. The discovery of iron in those cliffs meant that the Iceborn [i]would[/i] establish a mine. They had brought weapons and tools with them from the Fatherland, of course, but eventually they would need to make replacements. And to do that they needed good steel. Dag was more than willing to attack and enslave a whole tribe of skraelings if that would be what it took to secure the iron in those mountains. But perhaps that would not prove necessary.

Before more word concerning the skraeling' had even reached Dagshall, the high chieftain had already sent men to begin construction of a mine. Along with their tools they brought weapons in the form of axes and bows, in case the encounter with that skraeling escalated to a violent conflict of some sorts.

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The milk and meat from the goatherd was a welcome addition to the tribe's foodstores, but for some men it was still not enough. Sverker was a warrior that could appreciate a fine cut of meat, but he still longed for the fire that ale and mead roused in his stomach. Unfortunately they had no barley or grains with which to brew ale, but perhaps mead would be another story. 

When the lumberjacks had returned to Dagshall a few days prior, half had been covered in red stings. At first Sverker had joined with the others in laughing at the unfortunate men that had felled a tree with a bee's nest in it and angered the hive. Later he realized that if there were bees in that forest, there was a potential source of honey. And honey was what that magical drink called mead!

So with their craving for mead serving as motivation enough, Sverker and some of his friends wrapped furs about themselves to cover every inch of skin that they could, then made for the lumber camp and the nearby forest. Using torches, they planned to smoke out a few beehives to sedate the wretched insects, then carry the nests closer to Dagshall. Then they could begin beekeeping and hopefully set up a meadery!



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-Construction of a mine begins in those cliffs where the Iceborn discovered iron.
-The strange thing that they captured in the mountains is being held prisoner while they try to interrogate it.
-After the lumberjacks complain of an encounter with honeybees, a warrior named Sverker and some of his old drinking buddies try to get some of those wild bees so that they can start beekeeping and make a meadery. Because they're alcoholics and miss being drunk.
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