A dwarf in a 'uman world

[Germaine Lorn]

A very grubby and battered red book reads:

This is the life and times of Mary Blood Axe

I don't suppose this will ever be read by any, save some dirty goblin grouched over my corpse like some sort of harpy.

Of myself, I have little to speak of, save a few more dead creatures of evil and vice.

This world, away from the mining (was I a miner, I think?), is full of fools who would trust monsters until they kill their kin.  I can only say, what joy to be a dwarf.  My daughter will fight proud alongside her brothers and sisters I have no doubts.

I would say of those I have found....there are some of proud spirit and bravery I would not have dreamt of.  To say such of fellow dwarfs would insult us...it stands to reason they would be as such.

However, I have met elves, halflings, even giants! who seem to consider this "blood" there enemy.  The longer I spend away from the cells the more I have to agree with them.

[Germaine Lorn]

Well it seems I will have to get used to these humans trusting any creature that says hello.  There are Drow around who have enough confidence within Hlint, that they happily insult the locals who seem to have no concerns about there motives.

Only the dwarves here seem to understand the threat.  Maybe the Drow wars didn't reach this far?

[Germaine Lorn]

It seems I am accepted in some quarters.  It seems that the locals have not seen a female dwarf before.  Not only do some seem to think I am human, an elf or something.  Some damn fool thought I was an orc!  Seems my unusual height has them confused.  No doubt when the bairn is born they will eat their words.  haha.

*a poorly drawn diagram of a humanoid eating some the words (are you an orc) is scrawled below the neat writing*

I have made some friends I think.  Maybe it is too early to tell.  A man named Quin, who seems unable to turn away a request for help, though he is no fool - I suspect he is destined for greatness, something about him smacks of the divine.

A strange, emotionally desolate, elf called Zerpa.  She troubles me in ways I cannot fathom.  I am left thinking of my bairn whenever we part.  I cannot begin to imagine what haunts her.  She has a mate, Teefal, who seems keenly aware of her movements, even if she is not.  I have no reason to suspect he is nothing but genuine...I have watched the deep sorrow on his face when someone mentions her past.  I doubt I can help ....who knows.

A cleric - Ayla I think.  A quiet one...she seems to take her faith with a seriousness I had thought was lost in these times of greed and selfishness.  I am surprised she does not try to convert those around her.....maybe I should talk to her about her faith.

I have met others - though perhaps writing them down may condemn them to the same fate that awaits my corpse should this me found by some evil agent other than stupid goblins.

[Germaine Lorn]

Some sort of orc warrior got into Hlint today.  These folks are just too trusting. I helped kill it.

It rose from the dead, thrice I recall.  It mocked us and ran laughing.  No orc ever has the bravery for that.  Some dread magiks are at work.  I worry about these poor townsfolk, though they are not my kin.  Maybe it reminds me of past times (mining perhaps?)

The bairn is doing well.  Reckon she might have to wait longer if this town is not safe.  A few more months (years?) if that what it takes.  

[Germaine Lorn]

Orcs is wandering into town weapons drawn and laughing at the guards.   Time for me to leave these fools to there fate.  Do they wait till Blood Himself drops by for tea and cake?

Mary Blood Axe

*the book is found lying in the dirt besides the road in Hlint*