The Call of Clangeddin
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Twin Axes
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Leavetaking
Nari turned around again and looked at the pile of luggage on the floor. Mentally, he inventoried each sack, checking off the supplies, weapons, and spare armour parts he had packed during the last three hours. "Two tendays' rations should suffice. Made it to Annathar's Dell in less than that when I went with Rhenn", he thought to himself. "And that included stopovers fer drinkin' in Ash, Shadowdale, and all those inns on tha way."
He smiled at the memory, and then felt a pang of regret. Regret over leaving his home, his hearth, and his duty, as he saw it. Although he went in order to further the aims of his superiors, he still felt bad about leaving his comrades-in-arms. Stern Granite, rowdy and cheerful Nega, and Gilim, the strong but kind leader of their group. Still, according to the counsel of Captain Ungarsus and Faenor Bital, it had been decided that Nari would journey to the village of Annathar's Dell, in neighbouring Daggerdale, in order to strengthen the alliance between the two dwarfhomes, and to find out what they knew of the growing subterranean threat.
Distressing signs and rumours had reached Glen of late. The visit to those Whiteneck orcs had exposed well made fortifications, engineered and constructed to a degree far beyond what their crude brains where capable of figuring out. And when delving into their fortress, searching for the ancient Anvil, they had found, guarding the lower chambers, accursed duergar Stone Casters, blasting them with their spells and conjuring beasts to battle them. Thanks to the ferocity of the expeditionary party and with Clangeddin's and Berronar's help, the enemy had been bested and the Anvil recovered. It must have been quite the sight, Nari and Granite carrying the Anvil on a makeshift litter, dodging arrows and spells, trying not to let it topple over, and the rest of them fending off the pursuers. However, they were able to carry the prize all the way to the gates of Glen, to the amazement and cheer of their kinsmen.
That general revelry had not lasted long though. Soon the great gates had swung open and another traveler, with a much more somber mien, had entered. A human female, she came riding a cart, her hood drawn over her face. On the cart was a bundle under a heavy emroidered blanket. A hush fell on the assembled dwarves, and curious stares were soon followed by direct questions.
The woman climbed down and pulled her hood back. She was what tall folk would consider beautiful, somewhat gaunt and pale of course from a dwarven point of view, but she exuded a kind of nobility that appealed to them. Then she spoke. Apparently she came as a friend and companion of Foli Detrin, the stalwart paladin of Moradin, who had been missing for some weeks now. And the news she brought them was sorrowful. Brave Foli had fallen, giving his life to save some comrades, battling foul demons in distant lands. She had come carrying his arms and armour to lay it to rest in Glen, among his companions in the Guard.
A stunned silence reigned for a while, and then the former companions of Foli approached her and asked her, quietly, about the last journey of Foli. When they had satisfied their desire to know that he had carried himself honourably, and fought and fallen with distinction against an insurmountable foe, so that others could live and a noble cause be served, they solemnly took up the arms of their comrade and bore them to the Soul Forge to be interred. Thus Glen had won a great victory and sustained a great loss all in one and the same day.
And now it had been decided that Nari too would leave Glen, and the Guard be yet another warrior short. This at a time when wise Faenor Bital was preparing to meet the onslaught of evil forces near her Faith Chamber in Cormyr.
But, there was another reason for leaving. One not spoken openly about except between Nari and Captain Ungarsus himself. A change had come over Nari of late. Something was continually clouding his mind. Ever since he had been almost crushed by that giant-hurled rock, and then brought back from being about to enter his ancestor's halls, he had not been the same dwarf. He had forgotten much of what he thought he knew, and recent and distant memories were jumbled in his mind, and he was hard put to recall much of what he had apparently experienced. He knew he was not able to fulfill his duties, and felt himself to be the weak link in the mail that protected Glen.
Captain Ungarsus, the grizzled leader of the Guard, had soon noticed how troubled his recruit was, and how irregular his behaviour had been over the weeks. He observed him for a time and then awaited a good opportunity for a talk "between beards". Although reticent at first, Nari found confidence in his leader to share his doubts and worries. Ungarsus, veteran of many wars and wise of many years, had seen this happen before, and knew the remedy. He put his hands on Nari's shoulders, looked him in the eyes, and said, in his gruff but good natured manner, "Ye must go away, Nari lad. Go someplace ta test yer mettle, see what yer made of, an' dinnae come back until ye've found yer beard agin."
It was now night. Heavy clouds drifted lazily past a three-quarter full moon, and from the open window could be heard a gentle rustle in the leaves outside. Fresh night air mixed with the waxy smell of candles. Nari sat down on a stool in the middle of the room and looked at the belongings strewn out around him. He rubbed his face and blinked. "Aye, 'tis all there. All I'll need, an' yet I dinnae have what I need most. Meself." He slapped his knee and sighed. "The All Father knows where I'll find it."
Nari turned around again and looked at the pile of luggage on the floor. Mentally, he inventoried each sack, checking off the supplies, weapons, and spare armour parts he had packed during the last three hours. "Two tendays' rations should suffice. Made it to Annathar's Dell in less than that when I went with Rhenn", he thought to himself. "And that included stopovers fer drinkin' in Ash, Shadowdale, and all those inns on tha way."
He smiled at the memory, and then felt a pang of regret. Regret over leaving his home, his hearth, and his duty, as he saw it. Although he went in order to further the aims of his superiors, he still felt bad about leaving his comrades-in-arms. Stern Granite, rowdy and cheerful Nega, and Gilim, the strong but kind leader of their group. Still, according to the counsel of Captain Ungarsus and Faenor Bital, it had been decided that Nari would journey to the village of Annathar's Dell, in neighbouring Daggerdale, in order to strengthen the alliance between the two dwarfhomes, and to find out what they knew of the growing subterranean threat.
Distressing signs and rumours had reached Glen of late. The visit to those Whiteneck orcs had exposed well made fortifications, engineered and constructed to a degree far beyond what their crude brains where capable of figuring out. And when delving into their fortress, searching for the ancient Anvil, they had found, guarding the lower chambers, accursed duergar Stone Casters, blasting them with their spells and conjuring beasts to battle them. Thanks to the ferocity of the expeditionary party and with Clangeddin's and Berronar's help, the enemy had been bested and the Anvil recovered. It must have been quite the sight, Nari and Granite carrying the Anvil on a makeshift litter, dodging arrows and spells, trying not to let it topple over, and the rest of them fending off the pursuers. However, they were able to carry the prize all the way to the gates of Glen, to the amazement and cheer of their kinsmen.
That general revelry had not lasted long though. Soon the great gates had swung open and another traveler, with a much more somber mien, had entered. A human female, she came riding a cart, her hood drawn over her face. On the cart was a bundle under a heavy emroidered blanket. A hush fell on the assembled dwarves, and curious stares were soon followed by direct questions.
The woman climbed down and pulled her hood back. She was what tall folk would consider beautiful, somewhat gaunt and pale of course from a dwarven point of view, but she exuded a kind of nobility that appealed to them. Then she spoke. Apparently she came as a friend and companion of Foli Detrin, the stalwart paladin of Moradin, who had been missing for some weeks now. And the news she brought them was sorrowful. Brave Foli had fallen, giving his life to save some comrades, battling foul demons in distant lands. She had come carrying his arms and armour to lay it to rest in Glen, among his companions in the Guard.
A stunned silence reigned for a while, and then the former companions of Foli approached her and asked her, quietly, about the last journey of Foli. When they had satisfied their desire to know that he had carried himself honourably, and fought and fallen with distinction against an insurmountable foe, so that others could live and a noble cause be served, they solemnly took up the arms of their comrade and bore them to the Soul Forge to be interred. Thus Glen had won a great victory and sustained a great loss all in one and the same day.
And now it had been decided that Nari too would leave Glen, and the Guard be yet another warrior short. This at a time when wise Faenor Bital was preparing to meet the onslaught of evil forces near her Faith Chamber in Cormyr.
But, there was another reason for leaving. One not spoken openly about except between Nari and Captain Ungarsus himself. A change had come over Nari of late. Something was continually clouding his mind. Ever since he had been almost crushed by that giant-hurled rock, and then brought back from being about to enter his ancestor's halls, he had not been the same dwarf. He had forgotten much of what he thought he knew, and recent and distant memories were jumbled in his mind, and he was hard put to recall much of what he had apparently experienced. He knew he was not able to fulfill his duties, and felt himself to be the weak link in the mail that protected Glen.
Captain Ungarsus, the grizzled leader of the Guard, had soon noticed how troubled his recruit was, and how irregular his behaviour had been over the weeks. He observed him for a time and then awaited a good opportunity for a talk "between beards". Although reticent at first, Nari found confidence in his leader to share his doubts and worries. Ungarsus, veteran of many wars and wise of many years, had seen this happen before, and knew the remedy. He put his hands on Nari's shoulders, looked him in the eyes, and said, in his gruff but good natured manner, "Ye must go away, Nari lad. Go someplace ta test yer mettle, see what yer made of, an' dinnae come back until ye've found yer beard agin."
It was now night. Heavy clouds drifted lazily past a three-quarter full moon, and from the open window could be heard a gentle rustle in the leaves outside. Fresh night air mixed with the waxy smell of candles. Nari sat down on a stool in the middle of the room and looked at the belongings strewn out around him. He rubbed his face and blinked. "Aye, 'tis all there. All I'll need, an' yet I dinnae have what I need most. Meself." He slapped his knee and sighed. "The All Father knows where I'll find it."
"[T]he dwarvern people, are machine-like, and it is impossible to reason with a machine." - Susana
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Brokenbone
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Now let's see a version with a keg being carried in.
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Great drawing.
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Great drawing.
ALFA NWN2 PCs: Rhaggot of the Bruised-Eye, and Bamshogbo
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ALFA NWN1 PC: Jacobim Foxmantle
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Sweet work dude, yet again....
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Primary PC: Vohrigg Cragstomper ~ Rock-climbing Spelunker of High Home http://pinterest.com/pin/229965124694678786/
Secondary PC: Nicobus Trask - Private Investigator of Silverymoon http://workerslawwatch.com/wp-content/u ... igator.jpg
NWN1 PC: Corgrym Aerthen: Warrior-Priest of Chauntea & White Chalk Village Militia Leader in Daggerdale
Primary PC: Vohrigg Cragstomper ~ Rock-climbing Spelunker of High Home http://pinterest.com/pin/229965124694678786/
Secondary PC: Nicobus Trask - Private Investigator of Silverymoon http://workerslawwatch.com/wp-content/u ... igator.jpg
NWN1 PC: Corgrym Aerthen: Warrior-Priest of Chauntea & White Chalk Village Militia Leader in Daggerdale
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Twin Axes
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And I miss my drinking buddy Rhenn, now that I'm in Daggerdale.
I'm trying to turn all the drawings into colour versions. I'm also trying to write stories for each one. But I'm working from the beginning, so it's gonna take a looong time.
I'm trying to turn all the drawings into colour versions. I'm also trying to write stories for each one. But I'm working from the beginning, so it's gonna take a looong time.
"[T]he dwarvern people, are machine-like, and it is impossible to reason with a machine." - Susana
Well I have an elfy now... Though I've not made much time to play her this last month. I have a gnome concept I'm dying to play though and he'd likely fit with your dwarf much better. Can't remember your PC's opinion on elves though. :pTwin Axes wrote:And I miss my drinking buddy Rhenn, now that I'm in Daggerdale.
I can't wait to see them.Twin Axes wrote:I'm trying to turn all the drawings into colour versions. I'm also trying to write stories for each one. But I'm working from the beginning, so it's gonna take a looong time.
