This is only the beginning, and I'm not sure where this is headed. I guess I better get the formalities out of the way, I don't own the Forgotten Realms ( but a Summer home there would be nice), nor do I own any of the recognizible characters ( like Moradin ect.). The others like Makador ect. belong me either myself or friends. So lemme know what ya all think so far and enjoy. Oh hope the freaky font thing has gone away. Oh and incase anybody's wondering this is kinda tied in with Accidents Happen. Enjoy!- Kurai Catt

Deep in he halls of the dwarven gods sat one silent dwarf drinking his ale at the back of the main hall. He tried ignoring the others gathered there and was failing. He was positive that there was no amount of any alcohol anywhere that was strong enough to help him accomplish this. Moradin, Dumathoin, Clangeddin and Reorx all sat around the table closest to the bar drinking, playing cards and bragging of the adventures of thier many followers. "He's 'ere, ye know," mumbled Moradin, nodding toward the lone drawf. " 'en 'e can stay back there too," grumbles Dumathoin. "Callin' hisself a god. Ain't right," Clangeddin stated , his mailed fist hitting the table and sending coins and gems scattering. "I heard he finally found some followers," Reorx said, resetting his coin pile and throwing down more gems. "Yeah, an ain't a one of 'em a dwarf," Clangeddin shook his head in disbelief. The others almost fell out of their chairs. Reorx recovered first," Not a one? What are they then?" He snorted a laugh. The others weren't laughing. " Wonder what kind of trouble Makador's gotten himself into this time?" He finished and glanced back to the dwarf at sitting alone. Clangeddin looked to the others,"Last I heard, they were a couple of half- orcs, some three or so humans, an elf, a gnome and a drow." All went deadly silent, except the clank of Makador's mug and his laughter. It was that "I'm-trying-to-keep-my-sanity-and-loosing"type of laughter. "That's just not right. I can see the humans and even the gnome but...half- orcs...and drow?" Moradin was shaking his head. "An one of the half-orcs is 'is high priest,"said Clangeddin. "This just get worse by the minute." Reorx laughed, "This is going to be interesting. Glad I'm not involved. In fact I've never been so happy to have nothing to do with Toril at all. Krynn is bad enough." "I"m just hopin that spider bitch, Lloth, don't miss her little dark elf. She's a vindicive one, " Moradin said finishing his mug of ale and drawing nods from the others.