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“Child! You will not defy me! I am your father and the General-Governor of this land, and you will not speak of such things before the king! This savage is scum who would defile our houses and pillage our land!” But Baxtorian cut off the General Elf, “Odalas, that is enough. If this girl of yours wishes to speak, then out with it! But I would not be so swift to save an… outlander such as this. What does she know of this stranger or his customs. I think it amounts to naught! Now, men, cut the beast-man’s arm off and send him back to his accursed lands!” said Baxtorian in anger.

But Itarille, who could bear no more, now burst out to the king. She told them of her encounter with Drokar, and told them of what she had learned of the Fremennik. She recited what she knew of the attacks and raids on their land, carried out by a Blue-toothed Warlord to spite the Elves, but she also said that not all of the Fremennik were the same, and some, like the Axlings that Drokar hailed from, knew of honor and culture and that the King would appreciate them. And on and on, she continued until finally, the Elf Queen spoke up.

“My loving and passionate husband,” she said, “It is clear that you only wish to protect our people. Seren knows of these heinous attacks on our lands. But if what young Itarille speaks is true, then it is it not wrong to condemn this man? Is it not Seren’s will to retain the peace? Then let us make peace with this north-man, and affirm his rule. It would undermine the Blue-toothed raider that you justly hate so clearly?” Baxtorian opened his mouth to object, but then paused, but then let out a groan of submission. He could not bear ignore his wife’s speech. There were quizzical looks of doubt on his face. This Axling Man could be just as bad as the Blue-fanged monster. How was he to know he would not be creating a despot worse than the raider that would invade his lands? But it was wrong to defy Seren’s will and condemn an honest man to die. And he was just. ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

23-Aug-2014 17:26:56

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And Baxtorian was as clever as he was just. “Very well,” he spoke, reclaiming his dignity. “I have devised a test. You must sing to me your intentions, for no guilty man can sing a song sweet enough to tell a lie. The Truth, for us, sings kindest to our ears. So sing, Drokar Jorvoldson, and I may believe you.”

Drokar thought for a moment as to what he was to sing. He surely had no skill at it. There was no way. Perhaps he was to instead hug his arm and kiss it goodbye? But… no* He must do as he was bid. He made a quick prayer to Yaas, queen of stories, and then thought of the Green Giant… and the Green Bard.

And so, Drokar let out a song unlike any heard in the elf-halls. It was no high-noted Elf-song, but a deep and guttural bard’s ballard of his people. It spoke of honor and their past. It spoke of Jorvold and Harald, and the Great War Warriors and the Five queens. It spoke of Drokar’s quest, and heroism. He cried out the tale of the Dagger-mouth attack, a horrible moan in the song. He sang of the omens and their sins. And most of all, he sang of the Green Giant and the Ice Princess, and the legend that they left behind.

And when he was done, Baxtorian was left expressionless and impressed. As was the Grudging General-Elf, and Itarille, and the Queen Elf. And then, Baxtorian spoke out. “Truly, I was wrong of your people, and too quick to dismiss them as barbarians. You are an ancient and brave culture, who fought out. And, if I am correct, you may share some of our worshipping customs.” Drokar thought for a moment, wondering how an Elf wpould ever hear of the Green Giant or an Ice Princess or worship any of the Five queens, but Baxtorian continued, his face a shade with less hue. “I would be honored to support your ascendancy, and not just to undermined the Blue-Toothed Terror, Elf-friend. Itarille, I bid you to go with Drokar Fremennikking, and speak with my tongue.” ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

23-Aug-2014 17:27:28

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And so, Itarille and Drokar rode back to Axgaard and Kovack the Blue stood slack-jawed and wide-mouthed (blue fang showing) at Itarille’s message. He roared incoherently, balled his fists, and left the Town of Axgaard, not surrendering his throne, just as the chiefs before him hadn’t. Drokar worried, his would-be force of five tribes had now lost three large ones.

But still, our Legend Continues…

Tune in for the next chapter: Of Dwarves and Men !
^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

23-Aug-2014 17:27:52

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Weeeeeee, new chapter.


Chapter 7: Of Dwarves and Men

Upon Drokar’s return to Axgaard with the Elf-Maid Itarille, they rested and recuperated for the next part of Drokar’s great quest. And, after a fortnight or two of resting and preparing, the two set out again for the next part of their quest. The Disgusting Two Red Princes, they decided, had long overstayed their welcome in Axgaard, feasting and belching, drinking and thieving. And so they left, heading for Trollweiss once again, to gain a Dwarven Treasure.

It had been many centuries since Man had last seen a Dwarf, but that meant even Drokar, who had only ever heard fantastical whispers (that were likely made up) about the stout and industrious race, knew more of them than Itarille, for few elves had ever heard the name of the Dwerrish race and Itarille was not one of them. Along the way, Drokar explained to her what they were, and what the legends spoke of the Long-lost Cave Dwellers.

Eventually, they made it to the rocky foot of the mountain, but to their bad luck, they arrived in the middle of a downpour! A cave, located to find a shelter from the thunderous deluge, was abandoned, and thus they took shelter in them. But, once again, the cave’s emptiness betrayed them, and this time they were set upon by Short Bearder helmeted faces! Shackled, they were, and wrangled down deeper into the cave, hounding down a false wall the Dwarves had set up, no doubt to occasionally have a peek outside. Before Drokar and Itarille lost the Light and could not see, they managed to see rocky, leathery skin underneath black armor. But lost their vision they did, and it was not a good while until they could see again. But when the light grew, they would not believe their eyes. A Vast city on an underground river, sitting in a cave. ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

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The Houses, expertly carved out of the rock itself and decorated with the helmeted faces of ancestor-dwarves and reinforced with militaristic metal struts and beams, And, over the river itself, was a large palace, spanning both sides of the Chasm. It stood on two feet planted on either side, and its walls were basalt, flecked with veins of gold and iron and various gems and a hundred other shimmering rivers of metals and glistening bunches of diamonds and and luminescent patches of rubies that Drokar couldn’t possibly describe in words (and neither could I list!) Truly, a king’s court, worthy of the almighty craftsmenship of the Dwarves. And straight to the castle, through a set of cauldrons of liquid fire-rock, boiling a hundred shades of rouge, into the throneroom of the Dwarf King.

And the face of the Dwarf King was masked behind a fierce scowl, a forehead and big nose flushed to a deep red, and a heavy squarish crown made with red steel, trimmed with gold, and finished with rubies. With a cry, more of these black armored guards rushed in and forced the Man and the Elf on their knees. Still, they both were taller than the Dwerrowking, who had leaped off his chair and taken to flailing a fine gold-and-crimson warhammer and wailing. “Blast and damn you thievish giants! I will not have you in my city! You will not have my gold, nor my alliance, nor my… my… Dworin! My wine!” he screamed. A Dwarf guard, like these black ones but with armor trimmed and finished with shining silver, stepped forward with a stone goblet with bloody liquid, which the Emperor Dwarf sloshed to his lips and drank deeply from. His belly, armored and clad as it was in fine Trimmed Redsteel mail and expensive goldfabrics, bulged as he drank, and he was truly a dwarf of much extravagance. ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

28-Aug-2014 21:31:44

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At last, his head tilted back, and he threw the goblet on the ground, and Dworin the dwarf scrambled to pick it up as he continued. “You will not have my gold! All you will have are my ill words, then my curses, and then the end of my warhammer if you’re unlucky!” The Dwarf took a wild swing with the Warhammer, which caught Drokar square in the chest. Itarille gasped, and Drokar doubled over, vision flashing red. The Mad-Dwarf chuckled. “Hah! Not even you infernal northmen can withstand King Gundabad! Hah hah! What’s the matter elf girl? Can** stand the sight of a little war!” Shouted King Gundabad too loud, and then Drokar doubled over again, bowing his head to the king. This lead to many more mad bouts of laughter from the Red King, and even some flinches from these Black Guards, especially one from this Dworin Dwarf.

“My liege,” said Dworin after a while, “The situation in the mines needs to be remedied quickly, and-” and was quickly interrupted with a “Impetuous peasant! Can you not see that I am king, and that I know all! The Mines of Caradhras are overrun by a dragon! Send these prisoners to deal with it! Or it to deal with the Prisoners!” from King Gundabad.

“Right away, your Royal Highness.” cowered away Dworin, whose ears visibly blushed under his black scruffle of hair. “I will send these prisoners to the Mines of Bain, to deal with the Demon.” said he some more, turning his head, as if he had spoken some form of treason. If he had, then the Mad King Gundabad hadn’t noticed, as he was busy with more redwine and redmeats.

Deeper into the cavern that Itarille and Drokar were taken, first through a labyrinth of Carven Rock Buildings and over another bridge across the river. But as the Apartments and Manses grew poorer and less extravagant (and, in the end, essentially were holes in the wall), they were brought to one final hole. A Pit, more like. ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

28-Aug-2014 21:32:36

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Here, only he, Itarille, and Dworin proceeded, with Dworin muttered “Guthix forgive me…”, “My king… my poor, maddened king…”, and “I’m so very sorry…” under his breath. Itarille and Drokar, dazed as they were, did not take notice.

But then they were brought where they were going, a large room within the Mines of Bain, with Dworin guarding the entrance, big black warhammer held in a defensive stance, eyes rimmed with Gold. Drokar and Itarille were now alert, and their bloodshot eyes were locked onto a demon that stood in the room. Large Dark horns, yellow teeth, red hide… and a fist swinging straight at them!

With a leap out of the way, Drokar got away unscathed. Itarille wasn’t so lucky, and flew across the room, brains battered and confuddled but not quite yet dead. Drokar rolled and dodged out of the blows of the Demon, but he could not return any of them, for his hands were still shackled. Drokar tired before the demon did, and the Demon kicked him on his back. And as the Demon chuckled and drew back his fist for the killing blow… A Metal Thwack and Crunch! The sound of Warhammer hitting flesh! A river of red poured down the Demon’s side, as the Dwarfguard, having been inspired by Drokar’s spirited fight, gave Drokar an advantage. And Drokar lept at it, literally, jumping up with a second wind and catching the Demon’s neck with the chain of his shackling! The Demon reared back, but Drokar reared back further, and with many grunts and wails, dark dust blew off of the cuts of the demon’s neck. ^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

28-Aug-2014 21:34:06

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One last tug and a puff of dark demonash, and the demon’s head came clean off! Itarille, only just having come to, watched as the demon’s carcass and decapitated head slowly sublimated into dust and then into nothing, and Drokar and Dworin standing over the remains. When the Demon, once great and fierce and red, had turned into no more than a stain of black on the cave floor, Dworin lifted hishammer and smashed through the chains of Drokar and Itarille. “You have fought bravely, Dwarrowfriends, and I have learned something of it. Come, I must do what must be done now.*

They marched back to the Riverspanning palace to the throneroom of the king. The King, who had now heard the rumors of the unlikely friendship, had begun his rage. “You traitor! Traitorish halfwitted lowborn! I will have your head for this! I will personall-” followed by another sound of Hammer hitting head. Gundabad the Mad was no more, and Dworin declared that the mismanaged city would now be free of the tyranny of the Mad Dwarf’s rule. Declaring himself the ruler of Keldagrim until such a time that a suitable new heir was to be found, he ordered the Blackdwarves to find Drokar a reward, and scamper home Drokar and Itarille did. Drokar returned to the village of Axgaard with a Dwarvish Helmet, intricately made in fremennik style and dwerrowcraftsmanship, and two similarly-made War Hatchets, one for each of Drokar’s two great fists. The Twinreds, growling and barking with their lack of reward (and that their scheme did*’t work) Harumphed and said that Drokar was a liar, and left the village.

And thus, our Legend Continues...

Tune in next week for Chapter 8: The Final Frontier
^ "Some of those words were
STUPID.
" - Mod Raven

28-Aug-2014 21:34:46

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