The Return of a Lord

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  1. Maximus

    Maximus New Member

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    It was a cold and blustery day, with Fall setting upon the lands of Greymore faster than usual. A gentle rain fell from the thick grey clouds that made it impossible to tell what time of day it was. The harvests this year were descent, but a summer drought had impacted some of the crops, making the human peasants superstitious. Rumors of War on the eastern frontier could be heard in the local pubs, but no one had actually talked with anyone who'd seen it firsthand.

    Outside of the town of Meadowbrook, in the mountains to the North, a lone dwarf stood overlookng the valley with scorn and disdain. He was dressed in black and green armor, his red hair and beard contrasting sharply against his garb. Over his shoulder he held a heavy battle axe, which had been carefully weighted to remain light and balanced, while still delivering a powerful blow.

    He was unhappy about his current mission, for today he would go down to township of Meadowbrook and go amongst the humans. He tried to avoid them whenever possible, as he regarded most of them as stupid and crass, always in some big hurry to do nothing. But today, he had no choice, grave issues needed resolving, and these people needed to be warned of the pending dangers that would soon befall them. He climbed onto a massive black warhorse clad in matching armor, the head of the beast easily as big as the dwarf, and set off towards the town below.
     
  2. Grossenschwamm

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    Several miles from the kingdom of Burgundy, a creature slept in a long forgotten enclave amongst a mountain of golden trinkets and gems.
    Uncomfortable as his bed was, it was his, and none could take it from him.
    The treasures in the cave bound him to this spot; he had no taste for glimmering prizes anymore. He waited for someone man (or woman) enough to take the treasures from him. The exact rules required he fought the person, but he decided it would be easier to fake death and simply leave after the curse took hold of another. He just had to make it look good.
    Known by many names, this beast had long since chosen his own.
    Grossenschwaum
    The winds outside fell silent. The dozens of lit braziers in the catacombs flared and extinguished. Heavy, armored feet were headed this way.
    Grossenschwaum awoke to greet his attackers, and "fight to the death."

    Wyrm! Fafnir! Show yourself!
    Come out and fight! We don't fear you!

    Hmmm...there are two of them? I might get to have some fun...

    The two warriors noticed a regular flash of flames, and recognised it as the breath of a dragon.

    The "Dragon" spoke;
    Fearless, eh? Ha ha ha ha...Grossenschwaum rose as he spoke, and walked under one of several skylights in the catacombs.

    You...You speak?!
    Amazing...here you are, face to face with a monster, and you're shocked that it knows your language. Hmph!

    Gross turned, as if to walk away.
    The warriors gave chase.
    Using his tail as a whip, Gross sent one of the two crashing into a mountain of rubies and diamonds. He leapt onto the pile, and clumsily dug through it, purposely allowing the warrior to escape.
    The second warrior jumped onto the beast's back, and attempted to thrust his sword through. It shattered.

    How...what is this beast made of?

    Bwahaha! You ignorant humans! I use your swords to pick my teeth!

    One of them was wearing a large silver cross around his neck. Gross took advantage if this, saying, You...with the cross! Stay away from me! It's burning my soul! A lie, yes, but it was probably the only way these two would win.

    Hroth! You've got a cross as well! Press it against the monster's flesh!
    That I do...and mine's been annointed in holy oils! Gerte, we'll win this battle yet!

    The suddenly brave warriors jumped at Grossenschwaum, crosses extended. Gross recoiled in "agony", spewing fire from his mouth and nostrils.

    We need more! This won't do him in...quickly, recite the scriptures!

    With this, Gross let out a howl that could crack stone, this time with a blue flame. He fell still and limp on the ground.

    The two rejoiced in their triumph, for not only had they slain a dragon, but they did so with their faith! They quickly gathered a few of the larger gems to bring back to Burgundy, and left. The curse began to take hold. They would be able to leave once, but if they came back to finish looting, they would be trapped.

    They'll be back...but I won't be here when they arrive.

    Waiting for the two to go out of earshot, Gross left the catacombs. It was difficult, seeing as the curse was not completely lifted yet, but he escaped.
    My life has begun!
     
  3. Vorak

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    The rains slid down a dusty pane of glass, the little light that shone through it lit a dusty study on the upper floor of a house in Meadowbrook. The building otself was unassuming with a stone lower floor and wooden upper storey it was within its own walled compound surrounded by several outbuilding.

    Within the dimly lit upstairs window lay the study of Richard Vorak, although he was known as simply Vorak to most, he had always shown a disdain for his first name, as if he didn't consider it grandiose enough for a man of his bearing. Vorak sat on a plain wooden chair by his desk going over the paperwork for the job to come. He'd spent a small fortune gathering all the information for the task that was to come, the task that would see him rise from the obscurity of exile and reclaim his rightful place in the world. Vorak smiled to himself, yes they had thought him dead all these years, but he was far more cunning than that, he'd spent the last 15 years gthering money, supporters and most importantly power. It wouldn't be like last time, he'd relied on lieutenants to do the work for him following his failure and fall from grace he had come to realise that you either had to do things yourself or get someone you truly trusted to do it and truth be told there weren't many such men.

    Still, all in good time first he needed to collect the item that would give him his power back. He rose and gestured towards the door which swung open before him. As he walked downstairs Vorak's mind was working in a fury there were plans within plans within plans to be initiated, but if today's meeting proved a failure then it would all fail.

    But first I'll eat some lunch

    Vorak said allowed to nobody in particular. Of course it was meant for someone to hear, his steward scurried off to gather some food and wine from the cellar, his master never spoke to the staff directly.
     
  4. rosenshyne

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    Rosie walked the long center of Meadowbrook. At the end of town lay His house. At the open gate to the compound she paused. Rain soaked the earth, still falling, but she paused. Trails of water ran down one stone wall, dividing, combining, tracing a quick path to their brethren in the dirt. She watched for long minutes, reading. This was His house, her fate. The signs confirmed it. So be it.

    She made her way across the empty courtyard, her pace measured. She did not hurry, displaying her rebellion to fate. She did not dawdle, to tempt fate to worse things. The compound was plain stone, clean. The door to the house solid wood, with no ornamentation. Another sign. She slipped a dagger from a concealed pocket and pounded the hilt against the door with hollow booms. The dagger slipped back into place. Then a sigh to herself.

    What use gifts, if I can't choose the recipient?

    The door opened to the austere face of what she assumed was the steward. She bowed her head in acknowledgement.

    He's not expecting me. May I come in?
     
  5. Wolfsbane

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    Echoes of steps sounded in the old maze, far down in the depths of the mountain. Grim shadows were cast upon the rock walls, as the creature of the dungeon passed into and out of the light that the torches provided. The echoes continued for quite some time, outruling every other sound, if there had been such a thing.
    But there was not. Ther creature was all alone in the dungeon. He had chased off everyone else a long time ago. Now, all that existed of this place was whispers and rumours, myths to be told around the campfires at night. Dark stories. Tales of death and darkness. A legend of an evil creature, guarding its sacred treasure, far below the surface, far from the light.

    He was the last of his kind, the end of his species. And he had been here for so long, down in the darkness, that he had forgotten all about the world above.

    But now, his life was about to change. His master, the man who had kept him here for all those years, had finally given in to the eternal slumber, and had by doing so eradicated the reason for the creature to stay guard. He was free now, and had been ordered by his master, as his dying wish, to seek another life than this, is the light of the real world. He had been told to leave the dungeon and all that was there. And he had been told to seal the way down there, for ever.

    He opened the door, and stepped into the sacred chamber. There, he bathed in the light of his masters divine treasure, for just this one last time. The blue light illuminated him where he stood, and he could not cease to wonder how something so small could hold so much power. So much raw power.

    He then made his way up through the maze, which he knew like his own pocket, should he have had one, and pulled the lever his master had always told him not to pull.
    There was a sound of thunder, as the maze collapsed around the treasure-chamber, and a sea of dust washed over him, as he turned to walk out of the dungeon, into the light of the day.

    He was free now; Wolfsbane, last of the minotaurs. And he had no idea at all what to do with his newfound freedom...
     
  6. Vyenna

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    "You goddamn son of a bitch! You can't do anything right, can you?"

    The voice of the local mechanic thundered at her apprentice.

    "Get lost!", she screamed, and the young apprentice hurried out of the workshop. She sat down on the rubble that was her dream. That idiot apprentice of hers had twisted twentythree times instead of the twentytwo and a half she had ordered. The rubble beneath her was something revolutionary. She was certain of it. It had taken her months to create it, and it had taken a mere second for her apprentice to destroy it. She swore that she would not trust another apprentice with anything but carts.

    She decided to close early today. She needed a drink, so she headed over to the pub. As she got to the bar, the barkeep greeted her.

    "Hallo, there Vyenna! How's yer catapult comin' along?"
    "It's not a catapult, alright? It's something... Much more. Just give me a drink, will ye?"
     
  7. Maximus

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    A black-armored warhorse trotted into town, crossing under an archway that read "Meadowbrook". Maximus shivered against the cold rain, his hair now matted to his head despite a thick cloak. He headed for the center of town, to read his proclamation. Townsfolk stared in wonder at the foul-tempered dwarf clad in warrior's armor, for the town had known peace for over fifty years and soldiers were rarely seen, much less a dwarven one.

    He arrived in the town square, and compelled his horse to climb onto the stone platform that supported the central well. People stopped their shopping and turned to stare at the unexpected sight. He halted his horse and stood on top of the saddle to allow the townsfolk a chance to see him. Shortly, others began gathering to see what the other people were looking at.

    He cleared his throat and declared in a commanding voice, Good people of Meadowbrook, hear me! I come before you today with grave news ... War is at your doorstep. An army of skeletons marches South this very day, destroying all who would oppose them. They are being commanded by the evil Lich Lord Azathoth, who is determined to slay us all and enslave us in his army, bent on world dominion and the destruction of everything that we value.

    I have come from the frontlines of this very battle, which rages three days hard ride from here to the North. Many a dwarf are now conscripts in this undead militia. We fought bravely side by side with the Elves of Greenwood, and died with them as brothers.
    , he paused in reflection, remembering his fallen friends, the visions of carnage and madness still fresh in his memory.

    He composed himself and continued, Now is the time, brave people of Meadowbrook, to take up arms and prepare yourselves for the inevitable! I have here orders from-

    He was rudely interrupted by a man in fine clothing, a mayoral necklace hanging round his neck, Dwarf, we want none of your wars, or your lies! Our nation has endured peace for many a generation, and we will not allow one such as you to cause any problems! Now, begone with you and your drunken ramblings or I'll summon the guard to escort you away. With that he turned and walked away, many of the people started grumbling and following suit.

    Wait! There is no time to waste! If you do not prepare now all will be lost!

    His cries fell on deaf ears, for the few who did listen now felt obliged to ignore him as well, or face social pressure from the other townfolk. Maximus stood there, dripping wet with the most incredulous look upon his face.
     
  8. Vorak

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    Vorak sat in the parlour eating frome a plate of cheese, cured meats and fresh bread, a flagon of chilled wine sat on the table a pewter goblet sat next to it.

    A side door opened and a man who could only be explained as nondescript entered. He was Vorak's spy within the town, extremely valued because he was so average in appearance that nobody culd ever specifically remember what he looked like all they could say was they met an normal looking fellow that was dressed like everyone else. He bowed and at Vorak's gesturing approached before imparting to him in hushed tones.

    There is a strange dwarf in the town, he is speaking of an army of the undead not 3 days from here

    Strange in what way?

    He is dressed for battle, it has been a long time since a dwarf was seen in full battle regalia by the eyes of men

    True, I think that this dwarf may be worth your continued attention, watch him and keep me informed of his actions, if he leaves town follow him no more than half a days journey before returning

    His loyal servant bowed and exited the room just as his steward came through a door on the other side of the room and informed him that a strange woman was at the door, she had not given her name and had informed him that she did not have an appointment.

    Vorak was puzzled at this news, he had been told to expect an elf. This was probably an unrelated errand of some sort or another, he had not the time to waste. Still even a high mage such as himself was not omnipotent, it would be prudent to see her. Uttering in a strange tounge under his breath he wove intricate shielding around himself of the highest magic. There were few weapons capable of cutting through such bonds, unfortunately though some of those weapons were easilly manufactured and could be obtained by anyone. Vorak would just have to hope that if this was an assasin she was a stupid one who would be under prepared. It was unlikey his death was the agenda though, what kind of killer announces themselves at the door after all?

    Things were not going exactly to plan and Vorak hated not knowing everything, that was what had caused his fall last time and he would not allow that to occur again.
     
  9. Grossenschwamm

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    As Grossenschwaum traveled, he came upon a strange town. Strange in that people were gathered around what appeared to simply be a small, powerfully built man. But all was silent. Gross turned, trying to find a place to hide from the wary eyes of man. As he moved, he looked back the way he came. The clouds were darker and more...unruly, than the rest of what blanketed the sky.
    As the wind blew in from the east, the smell of smoke hit his nostrils. Smoke that seemed to carry fear and sorrow.
    Humans...fighting amongst each other. The nation deserves ruin if they rule it. Hmph, the many faces of the curse.
    The rain was annoying, and had presented a bit of a conundrum when Gross was pressed to find shelter. He had always known his enclave as a shelter, and had no thoughts of rain.

    I'm too large...hmm
    Moving towards an oucropping of rocks relatively close the town, Gross noticed that there were small fragments of copper scattered on the ground.
    A mine? Not any more.
    Using some direct, powerful flames, Gross widened the opening of the mine so that he could enter. Working his way down the shaft, he reached a reasonable depth and decided to create a new home.
    He scraped the stone and ore from the walls with his forelimbs and kicked it out of the entrance, and he heated the walls and cieling of his new chamber, making it one smooth surface and preventing a cave in. The final result was an artificial cavern, approximately fifty feet wide by one hundred feet long, making the space a small, but cozy place for Gross to sleep.
    Feeling he could not be heard, he spoke aloud his intentions.
    Ah...home at last. I suppose that if some humans want to work here, they could ask me for the use of my house. Or I could take the most useful minerals from this place and leave them outside.
    Food might be a problem. Well, I'm sure there are a few herders in town.
     
  10. Wolfsbane

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    Light washed over Wolfsbane as he stepped out of the final gateway, out of the dungeon. He wasn't sure of what he felt, though; he was indeed curious about this world, that he had been forced to leave those many years ago, but he also felt sad about leaving the dungeon, and his master, with whom he had lived with for so long.

    When his eyes had adjusted themselves to the light, he watched his surroundings. He was in a valley of some sorts, with most of the ground covered in grass. In the middle of the valley was a small pond, and at the other side of where Wolfsbane stood was a path that lead through the mountain, to the south.

    Wolfsbane made his way to the small pond, and bent down to the water. He took some of it in the palm of his hand, and drank it. He was thirsty, and this water was the best water he had ever drunk.

    Then, an arrow hit him in the shoulder.

    Sure, the arrow didn't do any damage due to his thick skin, but he leaped backwards in suprice. He looked up to spot the assilant, and saw the most curious thing he had ever seen at the far side of the valley, at the path:
    A skeleton. A living skeleton. Walking on two legs and wielding a bow.

    Wolfsbane was first supriced, and then furious. He had at long last won his freedom, just to be greated by this? Living death, trying to claim him? Oh no, no it wouldn't. Not now, nor ever.

    Wolfsbane got to his feet, wrath worthy of the mightiest of wyrms in his eyes. He was going to show this filthy misshappen what happened to those who opposed him. As a first and final warning to the world. He was there now, and he was not going to leave until he wanted to.

    In one great leap, he crossed the pond, and then set off in a straight charge at the skeleton. Within moments, all that remained of the animated corpse was dust and splinters.

    Wolfsbane turned his head to the pathway, only to see more of the undead fith coming his way. He let out a roar so terrifying that even the mightiest of wariors would have thought a second time about facing this particular minotaur.
    Then, he turned to his new foes and charged...
     
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    Rosie was shown into His presence. She pushed back the hood of her cloak and bowed shortly. She was a tall woman, with honest features and reddish hair. One eye of dark blue, the other of gold. They regarded each other for long moments. Finally she smiled grimly.

    My previous master summoned an army of the undead to sweep the races of the world before him in fear. Sharrizade also summoned a general, the Lich Azathoth. Who promptly killed him. Sharrizade, though powerful, was an idiot. He forgot to bind the Lich to his service.

    She shrugged.

    All of which is important only for what I saw in his death.

    She gazed past him, her eyes unfocusing as she summoned the vision. When she spoke, her voice was low and hypnotic.

    I saw you on a throne of iron, surronded by walls of sand. On your head was a crown, likewise of iron, and you were flanked by two pillars alight with blue flame. At your feet knealt a woman. Her hair shone like gold, her eyes were pale as ice, and a grey stain covered one cheek. You killed her with a word. Then you took up a sceptor carved from dragon bone, and ruled.

    For a long time there was silence in the chamber. Slowly her eyes labored back to his.

    I am bound to my master until either my vision comes to fruition, or He dies. If He dies, I am free. If He succeeds... but no one has succeeded. I do not know you. I don't know your dreams, your plans, your ambitions, your thoughts, or your ways. I don't even know your name. I bear you no loyalty, and I am trustworthy only so far as I will not directly betray you. I will tell you what visions I have as they come, and nothing else. If you want more, you can earn it.
     
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    Vyenna was sitting at the bar, enjoying the drink she so sorely needed, when a man entered the tavern. He was a man of no importance, a peasant. But the news he had was important. to thsoe who would listen.

    "Hah! Did ye hear that crazy dwarf out there? Ramblin' on about some army coming our way. An army of skeletons, he said! Bloody lunatic. Luckily the mayor silenced him quickly."

    The rest of the people in the tavern produced a few laughs and then returned to their drinks and games. The man with the news sat down at the bar, next to Vyenna. He gave her a look of slight disgust. Had it not been for her being the only mechanic in Meadowbrook, she would probably have been chased out of the town long ago. She was looked upon as a freak, but the town needed her.

    A male warrior with one arm would be looked upon as a hero. A female mechanic with one and a half arm was looked upon as hideous. Vyenna had lost her right forearm when she was just a girl. The explosion in her fathers workshop had not just orphaned her, but a piece of shrapnel had cut off her right arm just above the elbow. She had, thanks to a kind innkeeper, survived her rough childhood and grown to become a skilled mechanic. Even with her injury.

    She finished her drink and went outside. She wanted to see this dwarf for herself.
     
  13. Wolfsbane

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    The dust settled. Splinters of bone, broken weapons and blood was everywhere. And since skeletons didn't bleed, Wolfsbane knew he was wounded. He didn't feel it though; the adrenalin was still pumping through his veins, making him immune to pain.
    He tried to catch his breath, failed, and tried again. This time, he even got to his feet. He was going to need help. Soon. These wounds were not to be trifled with. Some had gone deep. But he'd won, and the skeletons were all... dead. Re'dead, you could say; finally put out of misery.

    He made his way through the pathway, and came out in the open, before a great town. He looked at it, confused; he'd never seen towns before. He hadn't actually seen anything before, except for the dungeon, his Master, and the few foolish adventyrers that had crossed his path in search for the Treasure.

    Then again, the people of the town had most probably never seen anything like him before, so he decided not to go into the town just yet. He'd seen a small grotto next to the town, too, so he decided to make his way down there, to mend his wounds.

    And so he did...
     
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    The smell of blood entered the cave. Following the scent outside, Gross tried to pinpoint its focus.
    It smells like...cattle.
    The prospect of food so soon after having finished his home was exciting, but puzzling. Wondering who would allow wounded cattle to roam free on the outskirts of town, Gross none the less faithfully followed the scent to a grotto, not too far from his new home.
    Not cattle. It seems self-aware...
    Moving silently, Gross tried his best to remain stealthy (as stealthy as a 35 foot long, 14 ton reptile can be), and to not let the creature see him until he saw fit.
    Luckily, this cow-thing had its back turned, and seemed to be tending to its wounds.
    What is he? I've never seen one such as him before...though I doubt he's seen one of me either.
    Grossenschwaum stopped a few yards behind his target, but decided he wasn't very hungry just yet. Instead, he decided to learn.
    Ha ha ha...new in town?
     
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    Vorak studied the woman before him, he was attempting to hide his awe and shock from her, if he wasn't succeeding in this she wasn't giving any sign of it. Inside his mind he quickly began to form a plan.

    I have heard of your type before, cursed with visions of fallen men it is said that you are bound to witness failure for all time in payment for past sins. I will tell you now however I have found the means to end my own curse and if I do that your own burden shall be lifted as well, for if I succeed you need not witness destruction and sorrow any longer.

    She sat across from him, her face revealing nothing, Vorak considered reaching into her mind but then decided against it, she may well be able to detect such an intrusion, no this woman must be treated as an eel, capable of twisting and slipping away in an instant. He must gain her trust for with that trust would come a powerful ally. Yes he thought, that was the best course of action so he had best be honest and tell her what he really thought lay within the vision.

    The woman within the vision, is she someone you have seen before?

    Vorak tried again to read her expression but it was again blank, he only hoped that she would become more forthcoming over time.
     
  16. Maximus

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    Disheartened by the cowardly acts of the townsfolk, Maximus resolved to continue his quest to mobilize the humans. But first, he needed some food and drink to replenish his spirits. He dismounted from the horse and secured it to a post outside of a small pub. As he was walking through the door, he ran into a woman and almost knocked her over.

    My apologies, m' lady, I did not mean to crash into you, he explained. He noticed from his peripheral vision that her right arm had been damaged, but paid it no mind. He wondered if she were a warrior as well. Her appearance was of an engineer or smith, the workclothes gave her away, but she had a look in her eyes of determination and steadfastness. The same look many a veteran had developed.

    Trying to make conversation, he fumbled, Is there any place to get a descent meal around here? I've been on the road many a day, and mayhaps be travelling many more... He looked her in the eyes imploringly.
     
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    Ha ha ha, new in town?

    Wolfsbane spun around instantly, only to face a giant lizard-like creature. He was startled at first, but then regained his calm. He was just about to charge the beast, when his mind caught up.

    It spoke, his mind said, the creature before you spoke. Speak to it.

    He set aside his murderous thoughts, but remained cautious; he had been told by his master never to trust anyone. Especially not wyrms. They tend to get hungry once in a while, his master'd said.
    Then again, Wolfsbane was not the best with words. Sure, his master had teached him the way of speech, but his mouth was not created to talk. It was made to roar and things such as that.
    Never the less, he tried.

    And failed.

    He got a bit angry at himself for not being able to speak; he'd had long conversations with his master before, but now his mouth did nothing but fail him? Maybe his master had helped him through magic... Yes, that could've been it.
    He then thought of another idea. He knew how to write, and so he did.
    He bent down, and started writing on the ground with his finger, blood as his ink.

    "I am Wolfsbane, former servant of Szadka Horza, now free since my masters death yesterday. I have been wounded badly, and would appreciate if you could help me."

    He decided to not care about the individual before him being a huge wyrm, and to try to get help as soon as possible. He wasn't in the mood for a fight, really, and he didn't know if he really could beat this monster in his current state.
     
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    On her way out, something crashed into her, nearly knocking her over.
    My apologies, m' lady, I did not mean to crash into you. Vyenna was not tall, but certainly felt like it around this man. He was the smallest man she'd ever seen and dressed funny. Then, suddenly, her mind finally caught up with her, telling her that it was in fact the dwarf she had decided to look for and that he was dressed for battle. Also, her mind could tell her that while she had been racing ahead of it, he had asked her something. Something like, Is there any place to get a decent meal around here? I've been on the road many a day, and mayhaps be travelling many more...

    "Uhm, yer kind of standing in it.", she replied. "Maybe you'd want some company?"
     
  19. Maximus

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    The woman said to him, "Uhm, yer kind of standing in it.", she replied. "Maybe you'd want some company?"

    Sure, that'd be nice. I was starting to think there weren't too many friendly types round here. He smiled a gruff smile at her and introduced himself, My names Maximus, of the Iron Hammer clan, at your service.
     
  20. Grossenschwamm

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    The creature tried to speak, but it was extremely difficult for his bovine mouth to form words. He then bent over and wrote his greeting in blood.

    Free, are you? What a coincidence, I was recently "freed" from a life of servitude, though my master was a curse. Happened yesterday, about three days away (if you're human) in Burgundy.
    There's a bit of corn mint outside. I'll bring some in for you.


    Gross lumbered outside and collected the plants.

    I can bake out the resin with my flames. Then, apply it to your cuts. It will keep them from festering, and alleviate some pain.

    Unusually ameniable for Gross, but he was intrigued by this cow-thing and did not wish it harm. The mere thought of something so human-looking, yet not human, was puzzling. Gross tried to appear less predatory as he observed his new "friend". It seemed that he had succeeded at least a bit, because as Wolfsbane applied the poultice, he became less tense. Either that, or it was just the mint numbing the pain.

    I am obviously a Wyrm, and my name is Grossenschwaum.
     
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