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[Talon Lord Othrim]

 

It had been raining for four days and nights straight in the Varenka Hills. Exiled from his home, the great forge foundries of Barak Varr, Hulen had at first found it difficult to get his barrings so use was he to fighting the goblins and orcs of the deep roads. There life was simple, up was home and down was work. Here on the surface though he was able to go in any direction he wished and so far they had all led him to cold miserable, wet rain. Never was it like this in the great drinking halls.
As he wandered what he took for a road he could hear horses approaching from behind him.......

[spoiler=ooc]From this point on the story is yours to unfold.....[/spoiler]

[MetalHead666X]

Looking behind him Hulen saw nothing but the mist and rain and carried on walking. Whatever it was meant nothing to him so he carried on walking. If it did attack then He would hope for a great death. But who would remember his death? That is an Issue he had yet to sort out.

The darkness reminded him of home, and the events that had lead him here. Dwarfs had grweat vision. The darkness was nothing to him.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The sound of horses draws closer and soon he could see a cart pulled by 2 large shire horse. The wagon master a Drawf, as he draws level with him, slows the wagon. "Ho there traveler!" he calls.

[MetalHead666X]

Hilton carries on ignoring the voice behind him. He was looking for a great death, not travellers. Though it was nice to see another Dwarf.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"Are you lost?" the wagon master continues his one sided conversation.

[MetalHead666X]

"Why yes. If you could kindly guide me towards a glorious death I will be on my way" Hulen said with the upmost sarcasm. It kept on raining as they went down the path. He would have to find shelter soon..

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Seeing the stranger was obviously in no mood the wagon master spured on the horses. "Suit y'self." The wagon picked up speed and began to pass him.

[MetalHead666X]

Hurley looked ahead at the Carrige curiously, Zand called ahead

"What are you doing in these parts any way?"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

He pulls the horses up and turns round in his seat. "I'm taking iron from Barrak Varr to market in Somjek. Just thought if you were in need of help I could give you a lift is all."

[MetalHead666X]

Hulen considers it. He would get a bit of shelter. He would probaly encounter something along the way.

"All right then" said hurled as he hopped aboard. "Let us go"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"Your welcome" the wagon master offered. He looked as though he was going to say more but saw the weapons strapped tho the newcommers back and decided against it. He usured the horses on.


For several hours they traveled. Fortunatly the had rain stopped. As the wagon worked it's way down from the hills Hulen could see the lights of the port town Somjek ahead.
"Somjek," the master offered as if answering and unspoken question. "It's the hub around here for the sale and transport of our dwarven goods to the Empire."

[MetalHead666X]

Hulen said nothing but thought back to his memory's of being a Dwarven Smith before the incident. No matter what he did he would never be able to return.

"I will be getting of soon. Anything intresting around here? More importantly and good taverns?"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

He chuckles "Oh theres pleanty of taverns and inns. If'n its adventure your after check out the notice boards. There's always someone hireing."

[MetalHead666X]

Hulen grined.

"Good. Lots of fun for me then!"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

It does not take them long to reach the port town. The streets wide and cobbled are full of people going about their business. Town guards patrol in pairs and once they had made it inside the town gates the wagon master draws up his horses. "Well I hope the future brings you all the gold you can carry. I have to take my goods to be weighed in now."

[MetalHead666X]

Hulen jumped of the Carrige and thanked the wagon master.

"It's not hold I'm looking for friend"

Hulen wanders looking cfor a tavern to stay in for the night.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Along the quay Hulen can see many inns and taverns. Some have burly looking minders on the doors some ladies of profesional reput.

[MetalHead666X]

Hulen walks around the place and can smell the sea air..

He finds a decent tavern and aprroches it with everlasting dwarven caution.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

As Hulen reaches the door it the Guilded Oyster he can here a minstrel playing inside. A person leaves almost bumping into him. The smell of cooked meats and ale wafts towards him.

Inside there is music and merriment. The place is not full but there are a healthy number of people inside. There are a few stares his way. A dwarf of his apperance is very rarly seen in these parts.

There are maids serving food and drink and a curvy woman behind the bar poring drinks.

[MetalHead666X]

Hurlen walks up to the bar and sits down. He orders a drink and looks around, studying the place around him.