A Tribute to the Stonesmasher Clan

[Meizter]

*Geir walks into the inn, and quietly looks around. He arranges his flashy green tunic and then claps his hands*

Ladies and Gentlemen.

I see you have no entertainment here tonight, that is something I will remedy for you all *grins*

I will tell you a story, a story of dragons, a story of great and daring heroes, a story of bravery, but also a story of tragedy and sadness. It has been recounted to me from a great hero not long ago, and I have taken the liberty of putting it to verses. So here it is, a tribute to the heroes who went to the great Fisterion and the Stonesmasher Clan who stood with courage in the face of death.

*clears his throat*

This is a tale of dragons old
Which has been by a hero told
An ancient red to the north does sleep
Fisterion the dragon of Firesteep

Heroes for the dragon sought
Hopes of a bargain they brought
Near Xoras tower they did meet
Each other they did surely greet

One did of a master bluff impart
The Master dwarf Thordan Ironheart
Of this bluff he the others told
As dwarves marched forward bold

Soon the plains were filled
A great camp did they build
Dwarves of every age came to fight
In armours that were shining bright

The dwarves were by Thordan called
The brave Stonesmasher clan of auld
For battle they did themselves prepare
Of the danger they were indeed aware

But if all did go well as hoped
If Fisterion with the story coped
No battle would there be for them
Bad luck would them to battle condemn

As the heroes to the dragon went
Their mind on the task was bent
From the boat they did clearly see
Vorax' banner above the camp so free

One however did have a nagging fear
But still to the plan he did adhere
For dragons have a pride so strong
And Fisterion could see this wrong

To the dwarf Grelian Troff they did go
The smith of legend shelter would bestow
For the dragon would him not fight
For indeed so great is his might

The companions in Troffs house stayed
Except Thordan who to Vorax prayed
His banner he did unroll with care
For the dragon he did himself prepare

The dragons name he called out loud
And soon it came as a moving could
The sky darkened from its shade
But Thordan was not a tad afraid

As Fisterion landed the earth shook
But Thordan calmly at him did look
They spoke things that are to be unsaid
Before Fisterion his wings did spread

The companions left the house
Their guard they did not douse
Then Fisterion returned with a roar
With claws covered in bloody gore

A deal was made there on Firesteep
Where the dragon Fisterion sleep
Tasks must be for him performed
So the heroes bold were informed

Back to safety our heroes went
On a task for the dragon sent
As they sailed back as the raven flies
Smoke dark and foul from the camp did rise

At the camp death they found
Charred bodies strewn around
The grass ashen grey and black
And trees bore marks of an attack

Amongst the dead they sought
Aid to survivors had to be brought
Two they found in dire need of aid
Who told the tale of the price they paid

The dragon had come across the sea
But the brave dwarves did not flee
In ranks they quickly formed for battle
With no idle chat nor needless prattle

They charged the dragon bold
And a great battle did unfold
Two ranks were burnt by the beast
But others charged over the deceased

Axes were swung with great skill
The dragon’s blood they would spill
But as axes hit without a flaw
So did great Fisterions claw

Soon the third rank lay dead
But still none had from battle fled
Blood and gore covered the field
The fate of the dwarves were sealed

Even women and youngster fought
To avenge their husbands they sought
But alas the bravery was all in vain
For they also found in death much pain

This is the story the survivors told
And much of honour and bravery it hold
The survivors we remember must
Faith and Honour their names are just

But still the dwarves were brave
And still today above their grave
The banner of Vorax flies high and bold
And the field their stories still hold

For the dragon called the bluff
And even dwarven might was not enough
The Stonesmasher clan will always be
Heroes who in the face of death did not flee

*takes a deep bow*
Thank you all for your time, I hope this story will inspire you all in your endeavours.

Safe travels to you all
*bows again, and walks to the bar and orders an ale*

[Rasterick]

*Loud applause*

[Locust]

Oye me's ears are twirling anda me's noso 'appy me's men are noso fine *snorts* ..... *spits* ..... Buts will be's enoug' ot'ers about *broad smile while throwing some coins on the bar* ..... Oess. Issa for t'e 'andsome, he's earned it.

[Leanthar]

Excellent job!

[Harlas Ravelkione]

* Kobal listens to the story in silence, his head dropping at the end, tears running down his face. A few tears find their way through the tangle of his beard to drop down onto his breastplate. *

* ... after a few moments, Kobal lifts his head and nods once to Geir, then turns and leaves the inn. As he passes through the door to the outside, he mutters... *

I hope this alliance is worth such sacrifice. May the gods have mercy on us all...

[mixafix]

A figure in black and red garb,Brualot by name, and of half elven appearance, tucks some gold behind the bar "For Geir then, a fine tribute to those who stood without complaint...the truth so eloquently put...to the Stonesmasher Clan then." he raises a glass...drinks it dry and without another word strides out the door.

[Talan Va'lash]

*Leaning against the wall by the doorway, arms crossed, Talan smiles as he hears the final version of the work, then solemly steps through the threshold, out into the night*

[Wintersheart]

*Raises his (empty) glass*

Ahh nothing like a tale of glory to bring out the thirst

*snarls, listening to the dwarfs song*

That damable dwarf sent more than those this one saw to their death all for his greed. Thinking to force the dragon to submission, such foolishness I will not tolerate. I only pray his body lies among those fallen for his idiocy so that it may trouble us no further and perhaps unite the dragons rather than provide their king with nothing more than a snack. *Fingers a hole in her robes before ripping open a portal and stepping through it to another location, a single gold coin lays on the table she was at*

**The last words heard before the portal closes**
I only hope the Dwarfs decide to use their brains next time instead of their Axes. Fisteron is not a minor dragon to be bribed or threatened....

[lonnarin]

*Bjorn raises a brow and a frothy mug*

mebbe dey needing soom defensive trainin. Axes be fun, but a hammer n shield gonna last in da long run. Put an axe n hammer together... den gots an UNBEATABLE team like me an Breunor Wildbeard. As fer greed... dats how we gets paid. Dun knock it till ye tried it!

[Meizter]

*raises his glass*
Thank you all of you.