Exile's End: Day 35

Word Total: 210,045

Summary of Events:
Chapter 69:
Bæjern engaged in more fighting while trying to find Thårijn and not being successful. Thårijn got near to the Förstenräl fort and managed to set it on fire — not that it caused the Förstenräl to retreat — then he went back to the camp and found and tended the wounds of Græshädå. Æliyäu led a final rush of the Iøsenräl and managed to drive the Förstenräl back into their fort — even though it was on fire.
Chapter 70:
The next morning Thårijn went around and surveyed the dead of the Iøsenräl — which numbered about two thousand including women, children, and aged from the wagons that had been lit on fire by flaming arrows. Thårijn discovered his sister Ellän's husband Märkös was among the dead and then discussed things with Æliyäu and realizing they'd seen the beginning of their exile's end through by making it to Kænjgren

Excerpt of the Day:
"No one was near the gate, or if they could be seen from the gate, they weren't looking at it. Most everyone inside seemed oblivious to the fact that there was a battle going on outside their comfortable little palisade.
Quietly Thårijn set his foot on the first of the crossbars that formed the square openings in the gate — openings large enough for one to fit their head through — and then his next foot on the crossbar above.
Slowly and quietly he climbed up the gate until he arrived at the top. Wrapping his fingers around the pointed tips of the palisade's logs, Thårijn pulled himself up and swung a leg over, managing to place the points so that they were digging into his armour fruitlessly.
No one was on the upper part here. No one was looking at him. These Förstenräl weren't just fools in Møkbæsted, they were fools here too. Of course all the better for him that they were.
Slowly, nonetheless, Thårijn made his way along toward one of the corner towers. He carefully opened the door and slipped inside. There was no one there. But what was there was exactly what he needed: a small keg of lamp oil.
Carefully Thårijn popped the wooden plug out of the opening and lifted up the keg; he slipped back outside and poured the oil over the walkway and down the tower wall to the outside until the keg was empty.
Thårijn then went into the tower and brought out a torch. He touched it to the wood of the guardhouse wall and then went on to the next tower. Suddenly behind him he heard a great rushing of wind and saw that the flames had found the lamp oil.
Cries of alarm sounded out now, but Thårijn continued on, at the second tower he did the same, and the third, until he'd come back around to the front. Once he was done Thårijn then climbed down the gate and slipped away toward the forest, not looking back until he was a good ways away from the fort.
Brught and fierce the fire burned. The Förstenräl in the battlefield all startled — as did the Iøsenräl. After a few moments of stillness, though the battle resumed again. Thårijn was surprised that the Förstenräl weren't moved to help their fellow soldiers save their outpost now that it was going up in flames.
Regardless, though, Thårijn made his way to the southern bank of trees to see how the women and children were faring — even though there was an inclination inside of him suggesting that he might not want to do such a thing.
Following close by the river, Thårijn found a fairly burnt out wagon, the traces appeared to be cut, which — hopefully — meant that the horses hadn't died. But the look of the wagon suggested that such hadn't been the case for those innocent people who had been riding inside."

Ellän: ell-ann
Märkös: mark-us
Kænjgren: cane-zhee-grehn