Summer 1247:
Father Micheal brings grave news to the covenant. It appears that The New bishop of Greenland (Ólafur) is in `difficulties' in his new parish, and no ships can dock at Garðar his seat (Modern day :https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Igaliku) .
Orlaith decides to 'pop' over to have a look. She floats up, and Seven League strides westward, and notices a very faint 'shiver' at some point over the ocean. She thinks nothong of it, and eventually strikes land.
She picks up a peice of stone from the beach, so she (and the others) can pop in directly and leaps back to the Covenant.
Well she tries to ... the spell just fails. There is a local Magic Aura of strenght one, but no other obvious abnormality. She decides to Seven League Stride back home, and again notices a 'shiver at some point. After some experimentation she discovers a quite brroad region that she can Stride into from either side, but not cross in one casting. She then goes home.
Gunther and Pumilius are intrigued by this anomaly, and so follow in Orlaith's metaphorical footsteps. Experimenting they discover that range Arcane Connection spells do not work across this ragion. Pondering, they make many Magic Theory/Lore rolls (Wepwawet exploding on his Magic Lore roll) but to no avail. They don't seem to have passed through a regio boundary, but maybe this is a very new type?
Getting to the shore, they follow the coast round to get to Garðar, and Pumilius decides to walk in by foot to the last bit.
Orlaith spies a ship stranded in the firth in a patch of green. They land on the boat and immediately someone from the shore shouts out in west norse not to move.
It turns out that the ship is ensared by a green plant 'thing' that drowns people who it touches, and holds ships fast. The last ship that it snared brought in the bishop, and he managed to make it safely across as well as his documents...the rest of his crew did not fare so well. They get the impression that the bishop was not as careful with his entourage as might have been expected...
Inland Gunther makes contact with the headwoman of the village, Magnar Gerta. She seems a hearty no-nonsense type of leader, who is not easliy fooled. The men tend to be fishermen who are out most the day, and so she rules the village on land. The BIshop has his palace futher inland, but it has been stricken by a curiously circular blight of cold.
The three Magi rejoin and they meet Gerta as well as Sakki, the head (i.e. only one here) of the local schooled galdramen, and Father Adalward.
Sakki has been trying to bring more land into cultivation and is keen to talk about agriculture, whilst Fr Adalward is a frail old man, who was due to take the ship back to Trondheim with the diocesan records. After much subtle casting of Peering into the Mortal Mind/actually asking questions they find that the cold appeared a montha and a half back, but the green had been growing slowing for some time (a couple of years, not long after Sakki started his work...)
It seems that Sakki had been melting the glaciers, so they go with him to where he had been working. Talking ot the magical spirirts there (which seems ot be numerous and weak) they are upset at the loss of their sisters. The magi infer that the vis rendered down by his melting of the glacier has congealed into the algal bloom in the firth. They ask him to stop doing it, and he shamefacedly agrees.
The bloom itself is dispatched readily, and the ship freed. (they get 3 pawns of Aq 2 pawns of Herbam from the corpse).
More investigation is needed for the ice circle. The bishop has been praying, and ringing the bells practically permanently, but nothing seems to be happening.
They try investigating spells to detect regios, generic magic etc, but then they realize something about the Aura around the palace. It is still Magic Aura 1. They persist in their researches for several days to no avail. Then at the turn of the moon, the effect vanishes...
Disquited the Magi return home. On the way the discussion turns to geometry, and the possiblity that the Effect in teh sea might be tied soemhow to a Meridian....