Before a word escaped the shaman’s throat the barbarian strong hands enclosed themselves on the weak neck. The shaman reached for his pouch as he struggled to breathe. Eric responded slamming the shaman against the floor. He stamped on the shaman’s hand crushing it beneath his heel. “None of your tricks little spell caster!” Eric roared.
Meaty fists hailed down on the shaman as the barbarian dropped on top of him. The shaman tried to put his arms up to protect himself to no avail. The battered him into unconsciousness and beyond. His skull broke open with brains and blood splattering about the room. Eric wipe his hands dry of the blood that stained them. He needed to get on his way and make sure that the wolf clan was behind all the unrest among the tribes. Without their leaders, they would not be a threat to the peace. Eric didn’t care about the why but he wanted to make sure to settle the matter. He looked about the room to grab up what he felt he needed. A weapon foremost on his mind. He found his own weapons under some furs.
Now geared up he thought about his next move. The shaman might have some useful so he could rummage through them. He could go to the sacred lands where barbarian clans met to have discussions and make peace with each other. Representatives from all clans could be found there along with answers. With the rival clan wolf neutered the others might listen to reason. He could go to the spirit cave to get some answers.
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