The World of Layonara
Character Development => Development Journals and Discussion => Topic started by: scifibarbie on March 03, 2007, 03:33:34 PM
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[SIZE=13]*this journal is written i dwarvish script that is not very neat and probably only legible, if barely to Grena herself[/SIZE][/i]
[SIZE=13]I have come to Fort Hempstead on my way to Hlint and have found many strange people. I have met a few dwarves also. They have been most generous in aiding one of their own.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]I must say that Grohin Silveraxe was most generous and aided me without a second thought. A great cleric of Vorax he is. May his axe never dull and his beard never fall out.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]Another I have met is Dalan Stoneaxe. A good dwarf who asked what i thought of his new suit when we chanced to meet in the craft hall. He looked like he could be one of the thanes on the clan council. A right handsome dwarf he was, adn later proved he was just as strong with his axe.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]I think the stranges thing I have come across in my journey here is the fact the many seem to respect and love drow. I cannot understand this. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]*the letters are now look like they pressed deeply into the page as if the writer was writing very angrily...[/SIZE][/i][/COLOR]
[SIZE=13]Drow lovers?! Though the people themselves seem nice enough, how can they be taken in by those deceitful, murderous, childkilling backstabbing filth! If i ever see one I will kill them on sight or die trying![/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]*the writing now appears a back to normal[/SIZE][/i]
[SIZE=13]I have met several new friends along the way and travelled with them. I recently travelled with a group calling themselves the Farstriders. As we wandered the lands smiting evil, I found they referred to themselves as a pack, their term for a family or clan. Everythign they said bespoke of how we dwarves are within our clans. I find I like them much, especially Karana. She would be a great dwarf if she wasnt so tall. I think the way she swings that battle axe of hers an how she carries herself in battle, that many dwarfs would be attracted to her as if she were a dwarf. She reminds me of my sister Greta, may Vorax keep her.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13] I have also been travelling recently witha fellow named Zergon, an elf mage who seems like an alright fellow. He must have suffered greatly for I have never seen his face as he always wears his helmet. He must have been scarred greatly by his tormentors. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]//OOC note: Grena has no idea Zergon is a drow. Though several inferences have been made to it by her companions and Zergon himself, and also the way he acts. To see if she picked up on it she rolled a Wis check and it was 2 and an Int Check which was a 6. She has no idea of his actual lineage. Just that he is odd elf, not that any elves are normal. :p [/SIZE]
The is Grena's (http://www.layonara.com/recent-approvals/114296-resubmit-barbarian-ranger-multi-class-grena-rockbasher.html) character submission.
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I haven been travelling the lands far and wide of late. Mostly Ive been travelling int eh company of Beli Tenker, a battle monk of vorx. He is quite strong and will serve Vorax well.
I have also been travelling in the company of a group called the farstriders. A decent group, I guess. One of their leaders, Karana, reminds me of some of the dwarves I grew up with in my clan home. Shes just taller. I think many of the male dwarves would be quite in love with her and her battle axe if she wasnt human. I wouldnt doubt many still harbor fantasies about her regardless....she is after all, like a giant dwarf.
In my quest for vengeance...my axe has been slaked with the blood of giants. I find I am enjoying the hunt for them, to lure them into my trap and tehn to hear their screams of suffering as they fall. It brings me a satisfaction I cannot express. It has caused some that I have travelled with too look at me with disgust at the joy I take in the death of those foul creatures. Now to find drow. To hear their screams of suffering and feel the heat in my blood.
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I have been travelling far and wide. The giants are falling like trees inthe forest to my axe. As we hunt them, I find that my thirst for vengeance grows more and more. Now to find those hated dark elves.
I have noticed that as I hunt my prey, I am cautious so as not to let them notioce my passing, nor realize that they are being stalked by the hunter. It is when the battle starts with my hated enemies, that my lust is truly kindled. My eyes glaze over and vorax fills me with his rightous fury to destroy my enemy. I feel no pain when they hit me, just fury and a lust for the kill when I face them.
I have scared some of my companions with my tendencies when we face the giants. But I cannot control my hatred for them. Against other enemies I have faced...I am calm and precise...a good fighter who does what is needed without haste or recklessness. It seems it is the giants bring out my fury.
I have travelled with a halfling named Tilli of late, I think she was surprised at my hate fro the drow. I think she rather enjoyed it when I went into a rant and bloodust when our party almost entered the rift. As soon as I found out drow resided there...I was mad for their blood.
I should be more careful if my companions arent dwarves, otheres may not understand.
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I have discovered something disturbing in the town of audria. A darkness lies there that i am surprised is allowed to flourish. A drow stronghold! A temple to the god of the dark elfs!
I went mad at the sight of it! I tried to bring it down with my bare hands...mad with fury at their presence. My companions had to knock me out to drag me away. My hands bloody as they tried to rip the stones apart.
I took my anger out onthe giants afterwards. They knew a Rockbasher had been there after I left.
I unnerved a few of my travelling companions. One even has a family member who worships the hated drow god! Though he is a good person, he cannot be blamed for hte actions of his kin.
I will bring that temple down stone by stone...I will burn it to the ground and dance in the ashes. I will slay every drow in that hated place.
I would have walked in and tried to kill them then and there, but Dalan said there were only humans inside at the time.
I may have fallen..but I would have died with a smile on my face adn drow blood on my axe.
My thoughts are random...btu my anger is clouding my mind...
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I dont understand my kin...
Twice now Beli has knocked me senseless from behind. This second time because I tried to gan some measure of revenge against the hated dark elfs! I finally saw one...in Hempstead of all places, the place where they tunnelled up and attacked the city all those any years ago. He said to me a life lived for revenge is a cold and empty one...well its all I have and I will not let it go.
And Varka, Warlord Varka, hater of the dark elfs...he helped him! I feel almost betrayed, betrayed by my own kin. He says he hates them...why did he stop me then? He said this wasnt the time or place for it, that they would be hunted and killed in the time of our choosing, in the places of our choosing. There is wisdom in this I know...but my heart yearns for revenge and its calling must be answered.
We witnessed a funeral. Apparently the family died and the elders were left to raise the wee ones. The blamed the dragon called heroes for it all. THough I could tell in their hearts they knew the truth of it. I feel the plight of the their loss...kin are kin, no matter how they are lost, and the need to lash out at the cause. I fortunately know the cause of my pain...where as theirs is more intangible.
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It has been a good time of late.
My thirst for vengeance has been slaked for the moment by my travels with the Farstriders.
We travelled to Roldem and fought the dark elfs that lurked in the swamps..there. It was a hardfight, many us were injured, but in the end the drow knew a dwarf had been there and her axe was sharp.
Before we entered, the swamps, I was told that there would be dark elfs there...I went into small frenzy getting ready...then I became cold nad calculating as the hunt began. We made them know the terror of the quiet forest...that darkness is not their friend and that they are the hunted. We took their heads and I revelled in their slaughter. :D
I am learnignto control my rage a little better....as I have been told I have a temper. AS we hunted our prey, I was cold and even...as teh fight enjoined my eyes burned red with teh fury and it was good. My blood ran hot and my axe screamed with the joy of vengeance. 8)
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I have been spending much time with Dalan of late. He is good and kind dwarf whos axe is strong. I find myself enjoying his company more and more. Though I think I make him nervous when we speak of my enemies.
I have also been travelling with Grohin much. A noble battle priest of Vorax, whose mind is as sharp as his axe nad his faith is just as strong. He is kind and aids those in need. He even seems to like my fits when I see and talk of the hated dark elfs nad giants.
I find myself thinking of both of them often. I get warm feelings all over when I am near them both. I am not sure if I am ready for this. My vengeance calls to me, and i feel I must obey that calling first before I can think of starting a family. I do not know...
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Today is sad day. Another of our kin has fallen to darkness.
The word is that Erk fell while fighting Fisterion in the bowels of Firesteep. Word has it he was trying to save those who foolhardily attacked the beast and quickly realized it was a fools mission. Seems he got himself in the way of the dragon and few others.
THough I didnt know him very well, he seemed decent enough. Even if he was a magicer. A magicer of Vorax no less, if you can believe that. A very well spoken dwarf and treated most everyone he met with respect, deserved or not. At least when I was around.
My concern now is Dalan, he has taken this very hard. He nearly tore out his beard when he last thought erk died. Now to have his close friend back and to lose him again.
I best see to it he doesnt do anything foolish. Dwarves have long memories and the death of close friends hits us close to the heart.
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The hunt is good.
I have destroyed the accomplices of the hated enemy. The giants have fallen to me time and again. Thisis good, but it has alwasy been with a warparty.
THough I value the companions I travel with, esepcially their aid in destroying my hated enemy, the hunt has been someone hollow.
I am hunting alone now...
I am culling the giant horde slowly but surely. Luring them into my traps alone. Making them fear the forest, fear the silence, fear my axe. Then I face them, and my fury rises within me. They fall with a wet thud that makes my spirit cry with glee. My rage satiated but for a moment, then the hunt resumes.
I do not attack them from teh shadows, that is the cowards way. I want them to know who is the cause of their death, I want them to know the humiliation that my kin felt as the giants feasted on their broken bodies. I want the horror of the slaughter to come to their masters ears, and those dark elfs to fear the shadows that they live in. Knowing the same fate is upon them.
My rage is just, and my enemies will feel my fury. They shall know terror before the end.
Grohin performed a very nice rite for the magicker erk. After hearing of his deeds and his heart, I am less inclined to think he was so odd. It sounded like he truly espoused the ideals Vorax wishes from his followers. Fighting the good fight and falling with courage against utter evil.
Dalan seems to be feeling better also. I am glad. I must admit that my heart was moved when I saw him soon after the fall of his friend. I truly understand teh loss of those that you love. He mourned for his friend deeply, and for a little while the light left his eyes it seemed.
I tried to comfort as best I could, and then we drank a toast to his friend.
When i saw him a few days later, the light was back in his eyes. I dont know why, buut this dwarf warms my heart somehow nad I was glad for his happiness.
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It has been a strange time for me of late.
Dalan took me to some strange wizards tower and we had lunch at the lookout.
It was a beautiful view and I can see why Daln likes taht spot. He is a sweet dwarf with much heart.
I like him very much, but Im not sure I can express taht to him until I can control me temper abit more...or at least until such time as I can find the those hated drow who nearly destroyed me clan home and family.
If I kill them...maybe me heart will be at peace.
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Its been awhile since I last wrote in my book.
I have not had much cause of late. But now...
I ahve been spending much time with Dalan lately. Seems whenever Im in Hempstead...hes there. And I dont mind.
Its odd...I soemtimes feel he calms me rage somehow. I dun get all worked up so easy when hes around.
We had dinner in the guard tower recently..and later met at his guildhouse when I was delivering some eggs to Hanna.
Im not sure how I feel right now...We chatted outside his guildhouse at the end of the evening, and he kissed me. It was a small kiss and kinda apprehensive I think. SO I grabbed him and planted one on him. He nearly keeled over like he was gonna have a heart attack!
Im not used to this strange feeling I get around him. ITs nice though.
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Been wandering the lands of late...travelling afar in search of something..anything.
I feel the song of my rage as I fight the various vreatures which would waylay me in my travels. Sometimes I cannot stop the song and after my vision clears I find myself in the middle of the field of battle with the dismembered corpses of my enemies lying around me. I do not feel teh pain of my wounds until after my mind has returned to me.
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I finally returned to Hempstead after travelling the mountains searching for any signs of the hated enemy who slaughtered my clan. I have decided to focus my energy on those that destroyed my kin. Though all giants and darks will face my axe with equaly hatred, I have a special rage for those who truly attacked my kin.
I am unsure why I have decided to focus my hunting of late on the specific darkies that destroyed my clan, perhaps it is the tempering of my rage. Or perhaps it is because whenever I meet Dalan, I want to contain the rage within me, to not be so hot tempered. I always feel abit embarrassed tath I get worked up in front of him sometimes. I dont htink I want to scare off this dwarf. I like him around...
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Dalan...truly a wonderful dwarf...
Now I must make a choice it seems, but its not really a choice. Not really.
You say you would be happy with merely the crumbs of time I can spend with you. That makes me smile since I do hope to give you more than a few crumbs of my time.
I know in my heart I have been travelling and searching. Searching for those that have destroyed my clan home. Searching for revenge against those who laid waste to my family. Searching to fill a void in my heart that was carved out when the hated dark elfs destroyed all I had ever known.
I have found solace in revenge. The song of fury that fills my soul when I fight my hated enemies and their slaves. The lust for their blood on my axe, and their gore flung to the crows.
But I must say that a new song has entered my soul, and it seems to have a calming affect on me. It only sings when I am in his comapny. Your a rock to be certain.
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I have been accepted amongst a group of travellers that call themselfs Farstriders. A pack who root out evil nad smite it with the hammer of the just. That and they kill alot of drow. That makes me happy.
After being accepted we went hunting for the hated darkies and it was good. They fell afore our axes like chafe in the wind. THe song of fury buzzing in my head like a fine ale.
Karana is like a big dwarf girl. Many of my dwarf kin would love to call on her i think. The way she uses her battle axe would put many smiles on their faces. And she can hold her own withthe ale, another plus.
Jin Lun Lee is a monk who enters teh fray without a thought. He sees evil and smites it with his fists of fury. He is da wolf protecting his pack and he howls like one too.
Nye...da coyote. He fights more like a wolf I think than a coyote, but hes gota good heart. A druid type I think but at lesat hes gota reasonable head on his shoulders.
Xan...he was da quiet one. Dresses like a fop I think, but his swords as vicious nad true as any oi travelled with. We shall see where his path leads, though it is for certain he places his friends above himself in the fight.
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I have jsut had teh most interestin time of late.
I heard Dalan was gonna beout training some of his youngsters and thought I would drop in on him and say hello. We have only been meeting in Hempstead of late. I thought it would be nice to see him out in the wild nad perhaps travel a bit with him if he likes.
I caught their trail near the desert and followed for abit. COme nightfall I finally caught up. Though I would give Dalan a surprise.
I was just sitting thre, hiding in the shadws of a rock watching Dalan cook and listening to him dole out his words of wisdom to the youngins. I couldnt see everyone but I guessed there were 3 others.
I was just about to spring out and say hello ta Dalan when soemthing jumped me! It was a terror and it kept hitting me on the head nad sceaming in me ear! I swear oi aint gonna be able to hear proper for a week.
I finally got it off a me and realized I was surrounded, and there ont he ground was a littel pink haired girl looking all vicious. And then I spotted Dalan. stadning over the lass and looking all ready to fight and protect his cub. He finally realized it was me and let oout a yelp!
We had fun, adn after getting out all the explanations and meeting everyone, we had a nice dinner.
Later that nite Dalan and I snuck off away from the rest as they slept and spent some time staring at the stars and talking about lots of different things. He is truly the nicest dwarf Ive ever met.
I ended up travelling with them for a day or two afore letting tehm alone. His young niece Abi is quite the tracker to be sure and she obviously adores her uncle deeply.
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Well...I guess this is important so I should write it down.
Dalan sent me a lovely letter expressing his desire to soend more time with me, and I am glad for it.
I finally wrote him back saying as much but not with such a sweet tongue as I dont have the knack fer it.
I hope he understands what I was trying to say.
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well..Dalan dun did it.
We spent some lovely time in da den and had a nice long chat about things.
Seems he wants to court me. Maybe even marry me!
Im not too sure of the marriage part. But I think I might like da part of courtin. Having never been courted before I think it would be nice. Dalans a good soul nad his idear of courtin sees to go and bash da giants on a regular basis. Even help in da hunt for those who slaughered me family.
I like traveling with da dwarf, and he seems ta bring a calm to the turmoil and rage in me heart.
I cant wait.
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Well we done had it out.
Dalan wanted me to commit meself to one way or da other. So I did adn now I guess we will se where it goes from here.
Me time with him will be grand as we get on quite well. Hes da honey tongued rascal who best be watchin his manners from here on out.
I met him da other day at miss Hannas house, wher edaldn was offerin his services to da wedding fer her coming up. OI decided ta help too wit da beer as she was wanting da family brew. A good choice it is.
In udder news, oi had to salughter me some ogres what were ambushing travellers on da road. Dey somehow got da best of me at first, but den oi got right erked nad oi nearly finished off miss Hanna by accident when she snuck up on me after da bloodbath. No banditing ogres left is a good thing. Maybe der kin will learn from da beating oi gave em.
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I am lost....
I met a group of travellers who were leavin da mines of haven. Dalan was not among dem.
He fell in da deeps and did not come out.
Once i realized this my wrath was unstoppable. I recruited da army to venture forth fer revenge. Ta teach dem filthy mongrels a harsh lesson. To avenge me Dalan.
We went forth and slaughterd dem. Der guts and blood decorated de walls of da mines. My rage was unsoothed! I now have another enemy to destroy. The bloody dogheads of haven. I will not spare a breath until dey are gone nad ded. Ded ferever into da bowels of whatever hell dey come from.
Me luv...ye shall have yer jsutice and oi will take yer revenge upon dem!
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I have lost so much in this world. Me clan, me family and now Dalan.
I am unsure of where I am as I write this. My blind fury seems to be taking me far afield. I just know that if I see something evil, or something attacks me I enter that blind space where time stops and my rampage begins.
Only after much time and blood has passed do I come to me senses.
It was in these few moments of sanity, that a bird dropped off a littel note. It was from Dalan! He just sent it to say hello... At first I thought it was him saying hello nda that he was alive, but judging by the tiredness of the swallow I ajudge it to have been senbt afore his fall. I have not returned to Hempstead in many days as it reminds me too much of him.
Instead I hunt. I hunt those that had killed my family nad clan, I hunt those that would waylay de innocent in dese dark times adn I hunt da mines for those that took me Dalan.
When I hunt, my prey knows the fear of being tracked and isolated...not knowing when my axe will come down adn remove dem from dis world...when I finally am ready to finish my prey, my eyes burn red with the fury and the screams of the dying fill me ears pushing my rage further and further until the slaughter is done.
I have unleashed my rage as there is nothing left that can contain it anymore.
The cold is all dat fills my heart anymore, and the fury is all that warms me dese days....
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I am so happy! My Dalan is alive and well!
The bloody stupid dwarf. Make me get all worked up, nad der he was...enjoying time with his niece nad nary a word to me.
And top it off...I find him baking pies in da scamp! Feh!
So I knocked him around a bit..then gave him a big rockbasher hug..nearly took the wind out of him!
I am just happy he is alive and well.
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I have been travelling more and more with me rascal Dalan. It sbeen perilous and fun at da same time.
I find me heart beats da faster when hes around and i find da rage in me gets more focused. I am learnin dat da rage doesnt need ta control me, btu dat oi can control it.
THough...when oi still see me hated enemies oi let da rage fill me nad control me and oi bathe in da fury and da blood of me enemies. I doubt oi will ever let dat part of me go. Not until oi gets me revenge upon them, and even den.
Da hunt continues....
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The giants in teh mountains are learningto fear.
I set my traps and lure the weak away before me axe fells them. Their screams sendin fear inta de hearts of their comrades. They know death is upon dem.
Once I am ready fer da rest I focus meself and then teh my eyes turn red and the thirst for revenge and blood takes me. Da fury fuels me and de giants fall afore me axe. I hear der pitiful screams and I laughs and exults in der pain nad suffering. ut I am not without mercy, so I gives tehm da quick death. More than they gave da elders adn children of me clan as dey ate dem.
I return afterwards, nad I see me rascal Dalan. I am glad hes der to calm me heart. He knows da needs what drive me butis always der ta lend a helpin hand.
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Seems I have got me a new charge fer da moment.
Dalans niece seems to have wandered off on her own. seems der was trouble at home wit her and her kin.
She says she is trying ta figure out stuff fer herself. That her minds not right right now. She says she been travelling fer a few weeks now and still seems she cant figger out what she needs ta figger out.
We stopped by da family she and her fadder helped out some time ago. Later dat ntie some ogres attacked a neighbor. I saw dem getting ready ta pound a helpsless momma and her babe. Dat done drove e mad. I memeber da rage and killin da filth. Den me mind cleared an I saw more coming. I was mad and I was gonna see to it dis band ne'er hurt anyone anymore. I found me rage focused on dem and dey fell hard!
After da foight, da youngin tended me wounds abit. I told her we shoudl head to da den where I stay. From der we can make our way where we need ta.
I can gita message ta dalan too. He might be interested ta know im carin fer his niece.
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So I talked ta Jin after da lass went ta bed.
Jin seems ta know abit about her family, as he was friends wit her mother afore she perished.
He seems ta think she needs ta visti her old haunts where she grew up. Seems something happened der dats was important. Oi have no idear where da place is at, but he said he could take us der as he was last der when it was a destroyed village. Dat or he could at least tell me where its at and how ta foind it.
I think oi will see if da pack would loike ta guide us. Its been awhile since I last was able to tavel any great distance wit da pack an oi tink it would do da poor girl some gud ta travel wit folk who have a bigger piucture of da world.
He told me da story of his trip der. Poor lass, seems her family has had some trouble in past.
Well...Jin is pretty wise and a trusted friend. Plsu littel abbi has met him afore and she seems ta like im. Specially when he shows her how da kick da dummy! I be glad not to be on recievin end of it.
I best be gettin Dalan dis letter. Oi know da poor dear was right upset dat sumthin bad was hapenin wit her family.
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Well..dis is a soight.
I have passed dis way many toimes and never had oi thought der wasa hiddne vale near hear.
Its pretty large too! Oi was amazed truth ta tell. Jin described what he had seen when ast he was der, but oi had no idear.
After we arroived littel abbis old nany greeted us. She was so surprised ta see us dats fer certain. It warmed her heart ta see her little girl agin dats fer certain. We left dem alone fer a bit and da pack wandered around a bit. Oi guess dey ahd been busy in here for da last few years. Da farms looked healthy nad da population seemed healthy enough.
We learned Barion brought a bunch of dem as refugeess from hurm back when da plague hit. He left his daughter der to be raised sfe and sound. Though, shes was never quite so safe since she got a round a bit hear tell.
Da next day da pack an oi left ta check on some ruins nearby. Jin told us da story of em. Dat dis is where da demon what was eatin her momma dwelt. It was pretty collapsed though der was signs of soe excavation. OI dun think that is gonna bode well. Jin wasnt to happy bout dat.
Later we went furder inta da woods around about s da village nad we founda pack of wolfs. Or radder...dey found us. Jin enedded up speakin wit a large old wolf at length. He was kinda far away so we could na make out what was being said. Seemed important tho.
A few days later after seein she was gonna be safe here fer a bit da pack decided to take our leave. We said we woudl be back in a week or two to take her back if she was ready.
Later after we dun left and we was nearin da iron moines we met up wit abbis da. He seemed ta know Jin and tings seemed ta git heated atween da two of em fer a second. Seems barion been searchin high and low fer his daughter since he found out she was gone. In da end we told em we left her at her old vollage an he said he was a headin der as it was. Figgered she migh try ta foind her way der. He seemed ta park up a bit once he knew she was safe an sound.
I best git a letter ta dalan and let him know whats what.
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Hannas reception was quite noice. Oim sad dat Dalan was not der, as he was really lookin forward ta it.
In fact, da old fool missed his boat from da hold nad could na make da weddin. Dun know waht he was up der fer but it musta been important.
Oi happened ta be on me way back to da den when oi saw him at da docks. He was all dresed in his foinest fer da weddin nad trowin rocks in da water.
Cold as ice he was,been sittin der fer hours oi be guessin. Oi gave im some whiskey ta warm his bones, and he drained da whole ting in a gulp! Seems he had na eatin fer awhile as he got drunk as a skunk in hurry.
It took me awhoile buty oi got him to da den ta warm hisself, an we had a long talk. He keeps sayin he wants ta hoide from hanna cuase he broke da promise of makin da weddin, when it wasnt een his fault. Bloody boat sailed early. Now he wants ta be a hermit radder den face his sis. Oi never taught he coudl be such a nob. OI kept tellin him he needs ta see her ta make it roight. Dat runnin wasnt gonna make it better.
Den oi told him oi was leavin ta fetch his niece in da next day er two and she was spectin him also. He said she was better off witout an othbreaker er an uncle. Dat she be better off witout him. Oi told him he was beein follish fer such thoughts. Jsut cause she be havin problems roight now, dun mean she dun need or wanna see him ever agin.
He talks of dem both as kin, an now he wants ta abandon both. Dat got me hot! So oi yelled at him roight proper and said he best be gettin his head on straight. He gots family and kin dat needs him and he best be tinkin of dem afore he goes off inta da wild leavin it all behind.
Oi told him oi be leavin in da morning at first loiht fer is niece an oi be spectin him. Oi could strangle him fer his foolish words.
Well see ifn he makes it er not. He best be der or oi will be really hot.
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Der he was..sittin in da bloody snow all noight long.
Oi swear dat man aint go no sense to im sometoimes. Still, oi am glad he be smart enuff ta make da trip fer is niece.
O course, fool dwarf be drunk asa skunk again. Sayin he be all sober den belchin dat foul whickey out da next minute. He best be soberin hisself up on dis trip. Tis a long trip ta fetch his neice an oi dun tink she be too happy ta see him loike dis.
Still...oi know missin dat weddin be tearin im up inside. Twas all he could talk about afore it happened. Still, he best be talkin ta hanna ta make it roight. He be beatin hisself up roight hard. But his oidear of runnin awasy ain da way fer it.
Fool dwarf he be, but maybe oi was a bit hard on im dis mornin. He did make da boat after all.
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Dat fool dwarf be gettin into da spirits of da captain on de entire trip ta Hurm. It makes me so riled ta see dat once level headed dwarf decide da bottle is da way ta solve his problems. Still, it tears me heart up inside ta see him so.
OI need ta figure out someway ta snap em out of his funk. Maybe a good brawl woudl do it. Nufin loike da foight fer life an deth ta wake one up. If dat dun do it, den oi might need ta have achat wit his niece. Shes a wild one, but she has some smarts to her, an she knows her uncle better an anyone methinks.
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Ha, dat got is blood boilin a bit! Its gud ta see me old dwarf back in da foightin spirit!
We happened on some da port. Seems dey had a few slaves wit em dat were bound fer who knows where. We heard em afore we saw em, so we started movin silently tru da wood. As we looked oer da hilltop we saw dem.
Bloody slavers was beatin on a few of der prey. Got me blood boilin fer certain to. Den der was a small girl who was dragged out an we could see she was gonna be hurt bad. But she stood her ground, she could na hav been much older den abbie, but she had da same spirit.
Dalan dun lost it at dat point. He moved loike a dwarf possessed. Oi did me best ta keep up wit him, next think oi now his axe be out an he be carvin up slavers left an roight. OIm jsut glad oi got me fair share!
After da foight, we released dem an bandaged em up best we could. Der were a few dat fell, as dey tried to foight back when dey saw us attackin da pirates. Poor dalan, da girl we saw was struck down afore we got to her. Killed by havin her throat afore we could git to her.
We buried dem in a nice cairn at da top of a hill. OI can see it hurt Dalan to de bone. He it was who carried her body an buried it.
From der we took da refugees ta da nearest town and gave em enough coin fer food an travel to where dey moight be goin.
Oi can see dat last incident be hurtun me dalan roight bad. Shook im up oi tink. His step was laggin a bit, but an oi can see his beard was wet. But oi be not sayin anyting. I jsut walked in silence next to him. Its a foight he must be foightin hisself. A tough one dat can break da stone of any dwarf. I meself had ta foight it along toime ago after watchin me family be slaughtered by dem ahated darkies. It took me along whoile ta git back on me fett after dat aN oi know it can only be fought be oneself. Though IO be der when hes ready.
We stoppin at da lake where we usd to fish togedder alot. A small island dats an easy swim ta, but its sheltered an lets us make our last camp afore we make dat last push fer da village.
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We be at Hlaft lake now. took us a couple of weeks as we took da round about path.
Seems abbi na her fadder left der village an came upon us as we was bickerin over who was gonna cook da fishes, an who was ta cut da bread. A silly argument, but it was noice an fun. None to serious which we both be needin of late.
Abbi dun spotted us nad ran up a gave her Dalan a big ol hug! Oi dun tink he was ready fer dat, as he nearly crushed da poor lass in return! Oi can see ti meant alot more to him dan oi tink he will admit as oi saw is eyes be waterin an he seemed choked up.
We prepared a bit more fish an we all camped outr togedder dat noite. Seems abbi n her fadder have reach an unnerstandin. She looks ta be in gud healt an she seems ta be in abetter spot den when oi last saw her.
She was all cozied up to her da, by da foire. An oi cozied up to me dalan, been awhile since oi last did dat an it was noice. We agreed ta travel wit dem to der home outside prantz. An from der would decide our furder plans.
Da trip was uneventful as we tried ta pick our way around anyting dat moight pose a porblem. Dalan an abbi took da point ta guide us an me an her fadder chatted abit about various tings. Oi told im bout her toime in da den an our meetin at wayfare. OI told him she gots some spmarts to her, and dat she e'en showed da pack a few tricks er two she lernt from hr uncle. She is quite da scout an he should be proud of her.
We made it ta haflt lake after a fortnight of travel. WE was in no hurry an spent toime wandering far afield.
Next ting, me an dalan was preparin da dinner for us all an den all of a sudden abbi done burst back into da hall all in rowe. Seems she found a birdy on da stoop wit a letter from her friend.
Dalan knows da girl, an oi guess she be abbis best friend an da daughter of rain an sonya. I know dem at least. Seems she s in aright bit of trouble an far away from home. Dalan an abbi be havin better luck talkin to da bird. OI neer was gud at listenin to dem. Seems shes on a boat headed ta mariners hold. An she aint alone.
DIs got dalan in a right fit. SPecially after what happened a few weeks ago. Though we was a bit skeptical since abbis friend oi guess be known fer her pranks an such. But we figger it be best ta check it out. An it aitn too far outt ada way. Abbi done put her foot down to. Said she was a goin wedder anyone loiked it er not, an dat we knew she could do it ta. Oit think dalan an her da were pretty impressed at her fer dat.
So we is now on our way ta da hold. Oi tink we are all hopin it aint nothin to be worried about. But oi knows we all be frettin da worst to.
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I fergot all about dis ting...been so long since oi looked at ye here at da bottom of me chest in da den.
May as well try ta write sumthin down here...
Seems dalan wants me ta take da name of stoneaxe ifn we gets married soon. I tink he be wantin dat..da marriage thing...soon.
He aint so so old dat he has ta worry about gittin to old fer heirs at dis point. Even miss ferrit got in on da makin babies part and hinting at me an dalan startin a clan of our own. Specially ta help in da takin revenge aginst me families clan home destroyers.
It sounded appealin actually...we dwarves are a patient lot when it comes to revenge...slwo ta build like da thunderstorm..but fast as lightning an strong as da thunderclap when we moves.
I dun tink oi can do that though...jsut dun seem right at dis point in me life. Though blood debts is carried on by da kin, oi feel loike i must do dis meself. Afterwards da blood debt aginst all dark elfs and der goiant slaves can be passed on to me heirs. May dey cleanse da world of the filth.
Oi know dalans been tinkin of watning ta open a inn one day. Me brewing da eer and him bakin da pies. Sounds right noice ifn I think on it.
Oh well.,.oi be blathering on with no coherence to me thoughts..best git ta sharpenin me axe.
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Oi called da warparty and many came.
Not as many dwarfs as oi would loiked, but guf folk jsut da same. Many fr om me pack came as well nad OI be glad fer dat.
We had met some dwrf who sid he was carryigna missive to uglrids...seems we twerent da only ones be goin fer dem troll!
Well..we dun made it ter ulgrids nad got da word from da magistrates nad dey sent fer hulkah. He be da toughest foighter in ulgrids pparently. He was a mad one..so we got along grand...tho poor dalan be gettin da jealousy bug bitin him oi tink.
SI we foinally entered da swaop an it be crawlin wit nasties. We kilt em all, an helped repel an attck ginst da command center. Der da general told us what be goin on...an os we headin in.
More troll den you could shake a stick at...an dat be alot of em! We was coverd in troll gore by da toime we gots down...We found a few of da kin still aloive an so we armed em..and we headed back out. Dem poor fellers fough harder en oi coulda magined fer being as scraggly lookin as dey was. But dey had da dwarf spirit what could abn be broke...adn dey took many heads..
We een found some darkies..and dat dun set me off roight proper..loike i wasnt already. Turned em ta pulp oi did...da leader tried ta make an escape an oi tackled his cowardly arse...an oi lived to da name..OI dropped me ax an used a rock to mash im ta pulp...Me rage got da beetter o me nad oi used uit well.
We left dat dark hole and made it out. Da tunnels be filled it green gore an dead bodies. Dey will tink twice afore ever trying ta enslave da kin agin.
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Dalan an me be travellin lots tegedder. An we be enjoyin da sights and some fishin.
We dun talked of openin an inn in stone. A noice place ta be and meeb raise a family. De fish be aplenty, and da stone has a gud heart ta it.
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Well....seems tings are changing.
Met grohin today at da bar in leringard. We was both waitn fer job from some strange fella. Tuns out he wanted to have us hunt some werewolfs and dey was having a gathering round someplace.
Well...we found em. Turns out it was some lilt ekid what was holiding a sermon and trying to get the common folk to 'cept teh love of da prime. He dun btsme feller on da neck ta! Well...turns out da commoners was being turned into weres, but had not yet been changed. But dat kid, wht a nmougf on him. AN hard as a rockta! Eventually tried t oknock him out nad urn near broke me fist! Den oi tried ta pick em up an carry im off ta da toris casue miss clariisa moight be interested in dis. Kid weighd a ton! OI could barely git his legs to lift a inch or so off da ground!
Kid call hisself a prophet or some such, and was convertin da masses. One go our party also mentioned seeigna littel lass doign da same ting awhoile back.
I gos a piece of da pelt fer abi nad some of dat judsoms fellas clothing. figgered she coul duse em. SHe gots a nose like a bloodhound.
Grohin also told me dat da meeting with varka at da gate went grand. He todl me in briedf dat der be information mebbe about me kin wat was slaughtered. Hopefully oi be findin more info soon..Oi needs ta talk ta varka bout dis.
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Varka is gone ferever.
He sacrificed himself and now stands watch over da Gate and its people.
Oi needs a drinks...
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*going thru her chest in the den grenna comes across her journal. COvered in dust and buried at the bottom.
Ha, it as been awhoile since oi last wrote in ye. E'er since Varka fell oi guess oi didna ave de eart ta look in ye.
Mebbe it be oironic den dat oi see de last pages written ere as oi felt da tug of de soulmother upon me an feel me toime is comn soon.
Tings wit Dalan an me be goin well...an oi knowin he wants ta settle down soon an open a inn. Ter tell de truth, it be soundin loike a gran oidear. Though oi ave no fear of de soulmudder an will continue as oi always ave.
Mebbe its toime ter begin tinkin of lettn de rockbashers continue. Der only be a few of us left affer all. Oi knows dalan be tlakin of me about startin a family an all. Praps avin a few rugrats rollin round on der floor be a gud ting.
Since de deth of abi, it be weighin on me moind alot. Poor lass neer could ave her own childrens since dat foul god aeridin dun took her cubs from er. in me eart oi be tinkin it be gud toime ter tink of avin me own. Ter onor me friendship wit der lass, an fer me dalan. HE be quite appy wit de oidear oim tinkin. HE be agud fadder to dem dats fer sure.
Oi ave kilt many darkies nad many of der goiants slaves. De feel of der skulls bein cleaved in ta by me axe always gives me a warm feelin o accomplishment an oi will continue ter hunt dem till oi die.
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* note sent to Grohin Silveraxe
Oi der Grohin. Oi figgered oi woudl send ye dis letter as oi feel it important dat tings be set aroight in case of de worse.
In case oi fall ter de mudder, an me body be recovered. De great gift of Varka CLeaveson must be passed on ter one who be worthy of it.
Oi be lettin ye decoide dis as ye is woise in all matters an were great frinds wit moighty Varka.
Ice Thorn, de great axe of de ragers. Varkas gift ter me oi leaves in yer care when de toime comes dat me arm nay able ter heft it agin.
May ye choose a kuldjargh worthy of carrying dis foine weapon. Dat dey knows oos it was an de honor of carryin it.
Dis be de only ting oi be carin ter make sure is taken care of. Dat, an be sure Dalan is alroight an ye watch affer him an de farstriders as dey be me family as much as Dalan be me husband.
Grenna Rockbasher
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Bloody Ells!!!
Dese 2 kids be growin fast adn poor dalans beard be getting grey jsut as fast...a might handful dey is...gittin inter everting and liken ter breaks everting ta..prolly jus likin de sounds of me cussin cause all dey do is laugh when i be grumblin at de cleanup..
Oi guess me mum an pa mus be laughin in der mugs at me goin tru all dis fuss.
Ah well..Toime ter get de kids a new play toy. Dey dun mashed de last ogre head oi gots em to roll around wit. Dey sure loike poundin it! Next toime oim tinkin i will make sure all dey goo is eider dried up or cleaned out afore i let em bring it in de house..A frightful mess it made! Dalan was sure plenty upset wit em after dat!
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Ha! Oi canna tink oivehada better laugh in dese last few days!
Oi decoided ter take de yungins out fer a some fun an ter git em a new ball ter play wit.
After aving mefun wit dem ogres by de lake oi lets de kiddies play in de water an avea bitof fun. We was aving a gran toime of it, den a small family comin from de north of us stopped by.
Dey had cubs bout de same age as me own, well..dey was about de same soize at any rate an gitten around foine by demselfs.
De kids was gitten on foine an oi was avin a noice chat with dese folks...til one of der kids dun ran up with the kickball dey been playin wit!
Ha, Oi hada good laugh from dat! Tho oi spose de udder family did nae loike seeing der yungins playin kickball wita ogre head! Teach em young oi says!
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Took some toimetergo visitmepack mates. ITs been too long since oi last was at de hall.
De kids dun hada lark of a toime gitten inter stuffan oi didsomecookin an brewin. Seems depack be missin me swill.
Jin was der an had a riotus toime palyin an ruffhousin wit me youngins, dat is till galen got too excited an dun bit poor jin on de leg! He smiled an shook it off, but he was a limpin fer aboutan hour!
Oi really needs ter find sumtin fer dat boy to teeth ta...leather straps aint quite doin it anymer and isteeth notstrong enuff fer rocks yet. Varka, she be appy jsutclimbin aroun an jumpin on de beds. She jumped on poor beri an nearly splattered her! Gottateach dat one ter not try an takeout dem poorhalflins...dey be atender lot.
Awwell, nuttin a bito beer wont fix! Though oi spose dalan is gonnahafsomewerds fer de kiddies on treatin de elders wit respectan all dat. Dey dun listen ter me when it comes to such tings. Least until oi gives em a gud wack on de behind...but dat only werks sumtoimes...udderwise deygitsall werkedup an den its a real bother. Ha....dey gonnabe mad ragersyet...jus loike der dear ol ma
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Bloody dedders!! Annoyin is wat dey is!
Seems a few wandered outta der hidey hole in de crypt and were wanderin 'round tawn.. Figgers me kids be de ones trowing taters at em jsut ter git em riled up and have a laugh.
Oi will say galen did knock de hed offa one of em an oi had ter smash de udder one. Den oi turns aroun an de bones be dancin round witout a hed an me kids be trying to smash its shinbones witha few stout fagots fer de foires.
Ha, galan dun got isself a new teethin toy wit a shinbone seems...hes a ankle biter dats fer certain..Tho oi tink oim gonna ave is dear ol dad teach em ter do dat only to de livin. ITs darn distasteful ter be gnawing on dedder shinbones. Best ter smash em ter bits an be dun wit it.
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Finally! OI gets meself a breader....Dalan decoided ter take de wee ones fer a small trip inter de wilds somewheres ter give me a chance fer some peace.
Ha...e's in fer it dats fer certain. Dem twos is a handful when dey be behavin. Jus ope dey dun do too much damage ter is guild ifn he decoides to take em der.
Dey loikes de outdoors...moight be toime dalan dun gots em a small axe er ta ifn he plans ter take em out der more often. No sense lettin em tear apart dem ogres wit der ingers an teeth, dey alwasy fergets ter wash em afterwards, when a small axe moight be wiser fer em ter start learnin ta use.
Best go pack der bags an fill em up. Dat an gitten a bite o pie whoile oi still can!
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Ha...de beers kegs be full agin...an i dun put a tricky lock on de tap too. Dat der galen...he be sippin at it too much oi tink. Well, hell aft ter tink of a new way ter git abit sleepy from na on.
Ha...oi jus ope dalan kin figger it out. He can bea bit dense sometoimes ter! Udderwoise oi aint gonna ere de end o it.
Its noice ter avea chance ter sit down all noice an quiet loike wit a cup o tea an a biscuit witout affin ter yell at dem kiddies. De ouse be cleaned up abit ter. Much noicer na...een got rid o dat ol nasty ogre head...Varka been keepin dat one roun a bit too long.. it went an started gitten foul smellin.
She wants anudder one, oill take er out an teach her ter fetch one erself! Its bout toime dey both be learnin ter use an axe roight proper loike anyways.
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Ach...me arm be gettin outta shape oim tinkin...dat or dem thirce cursed bloody goiants be gettin tougher oides. Oi swars...ye try an do sumtin noice fer de kiddies...gettin em a new kickball and dem goiants dun wana coperate roight proper!
Ah well.. got 2 roight bigguns fer de kiddies once dey gits back. Best go git some sum stufin fer de tings...Dese smell roight foul.
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Seems sumtin is up wit da pack. Been awhoile since oi last saw em. Spose oi should git headin up der an make sure jin dun aint gone an got isself in oer is head. Least argali der te kep im outta trouble.
Oim sure dalan can handle de kiddies fer a bit whoile oim away. I dun splained de lock to im ter kep galen outta da beer. Oi jsut ope he dun ferget it...udderwoise im gonna ear about it when oi gits back..."land de begoshin an tarnation woman! ows oi sposed ter be quenchin me thirst when ye gots it locked up good an toight so nay een a halflin can git inter it!"
Ha..well...oi spose ifn he cant figger it out he can drink water an milk wit de kiddies.
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Hmmm...all dat travel an fer wat? Blody nuttin. A noigh impossible task dats fer certain! Well...oi guess we bes figger out hows we gonna perceed. Jin oim sure must be feelin purty disheartened. OI knows daln ell feel dat way fer certain ta when oi tells him de news.
Oi needs a drink
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War be comin....so de rumorts be flyin. Too bad it taint ter see to de stermination of dem nasty trice cursed darkies! Ah well, nuttin loike a gud foight dats fer sure.
Best ter be gettin on dalan ter help me make sure de kiddies can andle emselfs if de need aroises. Its gonna take more en a bit o ankle bitin ifn it comes down ter it! Dey be young but dey gots dat wild look in der eyes dat jus warms me eart. Kinda loike dalans smile an laugh, cept dis gleam scares de neighborhood kiddies an der parents ta when dey gits it!
Had ter bust up a foight atween galan an sum young wipper snapper de udder day. Ha..he dun pounded dat youngster tera pulp..den drooled all oer him. Twas a soight ter ye laugh. He be gettin a touch o de rage. Dun know wat de foight was oer yet...de udder kiddie would nay say anyting an poor galan was just slobberin all oer everting so he could nay spek so well. Oim sure de boyo deserved it. If not, well..galan ell get wats cumin ter im when pa gits ome. Eider way..day young fella taint gonna be make de same mistake agin dats fer certain!
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Ha....dat fella got sum spunk...though he e aint got too much goin in is head der oim tinkin!
He dun tried startin a foight wit me in wayfare..had a gud ol fashion brawl. Course oi dun stomped imter da ground!
Still..de boy gots spunk..specially foightin dem goiants. Still..he gots pertential.
Whats his name....agmunaggie..dat be it
Wait til dalan ears bout dis