//attached is my original character bio.
http://www.layonara.com/recent-approvals/116019-telini-artima-new-character.html"Brave Adventurers" Part 1
"Beli Stonesoul and the Road to Lyn"
It was quiet in Port Hempstead that day. The key word there being was, for it didn't last long. I was chatting with a newly made acquaintance by the name of Beli, when Grohin a dwarf acquaintance I had met only that day came strolling up beside a dwarf that went by the name of Tegnar. He had bad news to report. Tegnar bearing the bad news, exclaimed to the other two dwarves how Lyn had been over ran by giants. They talked among them selves of the present state of the farmlands of Lyn, mainly mentioning that they should formulate a plan and get over there to help. Tegnar let them know of a caravan that had left a few moments before bearing supplies on its way to the starving people of Lyn. He left them to formulate a plan and left to catch up with the caravan to see it safely to Lyn. The two dwarves, Grohin and Beli decided that they must help, for if they didn't, who would? Right? So they started out of Port Hempstead, me in their wake, on the journey to Lyn to see what help they could give to the dwarves of Lyn.
The first hour of the journey was uneventful. The first bit of excitement came soon after taking a brief rest in Storam's Watch in the Hammerbond Peaks. A zombie lord raced toward Beli, who swung his fists with great strength and speed, and caught him square in the jaw, or what was left of it. Beli quickly struck a second time not letting his guard down in the slightest. The next strike felled the zombie. There were more in the distance which could have ben delat with but these two were on a mission which did not invilve these undead creatures. So they pressed on up the peaks toward the Conflict Lands. The road through the Conflict Lands posed just what it's name might suggest, many conflicts. Ironic right. It wasn't long before we came upon the first group of foul creatures wanting to knock the heads from our bodies. There were ettins, mountain giants, ogres, and many other giants bearing the symbols of a clan unknown to me.
Fearlessly Beli and Grohin charged in, while I hid in the background nearly peeing myself, but not willing to look away, afraid to miss something. The two exchanged blows with the creatures many times not even being struck at all, and when they were they barely showed signs of pain or fear. The battle raged for what felt like an eternity but could not have been more than 2 minutes. The only thing that remained after those two minutes, was two tired dwarves standing among a mound of mangled flesh belonging to their foes, the giants and ettins. They caught their breath then took what that thought might be valuable from the corpses. They wasted no time pressing onward to Lyn.
There were boulders flying all over this part of our journey. I was warned about them before but thought it would be nothing, compared to what I saw it was now. A few of the smaller ones struck me as I followed as close to the two dwarves as was possible. It wasn't long before I saw the source of these flying boulders that were being hurled at us. Giants were tossing rocks, and they were good at what they did, I can see how tossing rocks would and could be very effective. But, now that Beli and Grohin were within melee distance they stood no chance. Hurling boulders and rocks at that distance was sparesely effective. They scurried for their short swards and axes as fast they could but it was too late, lucky for me. Beli and Grohin had laid waste to the rock tossers perched atop a cliff, shortly after they saw them coming. This made a clear path for me, which was always a good.
Moments later we came across another group of giants, frost giants to be more precise. It was four versus two. The odds were stacked in favor of the foes, however once again Beli and Grohin surprised me with their strength, endurance, and steadfast will to win a battle. One swung its large fist at Grohins head who barely moved it away in time and countered with a slice at the giants chin with his axe. That was probably as high up on the giant he could get to anyway. The ogre screamed in pain but other wise brushed that attack off and slugged Grohin in the chest. Grohin seemed to lose his breathe but only for a moment. Rage in his eyes he struck the giant down with one more mighty swing of his axe. This one struck the ogre in the neck, he fell causing a loud thud upon hitting the ground beneath him. The dwarves would have traveled to Lyn non-stop if they were physical capable of doing so. As it was though, they needed to rest a bit, and recover from some of the more serious wounds that they had received in the past few hours. It was while they were resting and I was the lookout, if you will, that I happened to see a mean blizzard blowing in. We decided to press onward before it had gotten worse. The snow had caused extremely reduced visibility and I tried to listen to where they were heading afraid to get too close and get caught in a battle that I could not survive. I was not there to fight, only to tell their story, I was to play no part in their tale, or so I thought. The battle must have been a short one because I never heard a struggle or anything but at my feet lay at least three more of those rock tossers, it had to be the work of my dwarven friends. I looted a few coin that they left behind or cared not for in their rush to Lyn, and hurried to catch up afraid more rock tossers may be close. I caught up to Beli and Grohin stopped atop a side of a valley talking and grumbling of what they would do next.
This is where my part in this tale would be played out. Come to find out our journey had come to a brief halt. It seems that an ogre was looking toward Beli and Grohin on a bridge, chanting what probably was spell of sorts. One of my dwarven companions decided it a good idea to cut the bridge down, the ogre falling with it, unable to finish his incantation. Come to find out this was the same bridge that we had to pass over in order to get to Lyn and help where we may, mind you. How would we get across. After much debate and talk of what me might do we decided that I was to be lowered down into the valley retrieve the side of the bridge closest to us that had fallen, and be hauled back up, where they would secure this end of the bridge ensuring safe passage. See, I told you I would have a small but detrimental part to play in this tale. I was lowerd about half way down then noticed an extremely mean looking ogre starring up at me, drool falling down his chin. I had Beli pull me back up and told him of the situation. Grohin then stepped in and readied his longbow. He then let two lightning arrows fly. That was all it took. The ogre was dead and it was now safe for me to retrieve our end of the bridge. This time I was lowerd all the way down and had the bridge in hand and was on my way up. I fumbled though and dropped it. I was lowerd and grabbed at it again. This time I made it farther up but the pain was getting to me. My waist and right arm in dire pain from holding the rope that Beli was pulling me up by and my left hand beginning to lose the bridge end. The weight was beginning to be too much, after all this was a massive bridge had to have been at least 60 feet long. I then realized it was now or never. I wrapped the rope connected to the bridge around my body, which was now being tugged in two directions, straight down to my assured death and up to the peak where Beli and Grohin were waiting. They pulled me up as quickly as possibly being as gentle as was possible too. I made it to the top! Grohin then untangles me from the mess of rope, took the weight of the bridge and quickly fastened it in place. The two of them then reinforced the knot with some needle and silken thread.
I struggled to push through the pain and catch my breathe. I gasped for air and guzzled some water that froze to my lips. The bridge was now safe to cross though, and it was because of me. I had never been prouder. I knew at that moment that I was made for this adventuring stuff.
Lyn wasn't but another 30 minutes or so a hike away. We arrived just outside Lyn, where we were informed by a Lyn dwarven sentry that the place was not faring well at all. He mentioned that the supplies from Ulgrid arrived safely, which at least was a bit of good news among the bad. We entered the city a few moments after chatting with the sentry.
He was right, the place didn't look good at all. There was a fire blazing a ways away, which we soon realized was a pile of burning dwarven corpses. I could tell that my two dwarven friends were hurt and shocked, as was I even though I knew nothing of these dwarves less than a day ago. Beli put the flames out thinking them being burned by the giants when an dwarf happened upon us and set the corpses ablaze again. We then realized it was his doing and that this was just the dwarves buring their dead. The dwarf beckoned us to follow which we all did, to Tagnar awaiting with the caravan on the other side of the farm. Tagnar heard a bit of our adventure to this point and of how I came through and was able to assist in getting the bridge back up so that we could pass and get to Lyn at all.
Tagnar put a band of dwarves at the disposal of Beli and Grohin for the fight against the ogres attacking the people of Lyn. He then informed them that they should get going and finish their quest, to free Lyn of this giant problem. This adventure to this point was greater than I ever thought. I knew it would be a great chance to share my story of the bravery and heroics of these two dwarves. However I was beat and knew that I could press on no more. Regretfully I chose to stay behind while they finished their mission. I quickly ran off and found a quiet place to rest.
to be continued.....
"Brave Adventurers" Part 2
"Lyn Saved!"
I wish I could have been there to experience it first hand, rather than have to hear about it.
//to be completed after I find out how the story ended IC.
