When Nimandle awoke he was in a dark cave, which was damp and wet, and he
looked quickly around to regain his surroundings he saw Silva in the corner
huddled in Aldor's arms shivering and the dwarf sat there polishing a
silver metal chain. The sun gleamed though the boarded ceiling. He cracked
his neck and looked for Tersha. He saw her a couple feet a way from him.
"Tersha?"
"What?" she looked at him her arms quivering.
"Come here." She scooted over and sat next to him. He put his arm around her and she clung to him tightly. They had been raided by a band of outcasts from Neriak, and now they where held in a cold, wet hole. This isn't what Nimandle expected to happen, why had he even started this expedition out anyways he has put his life and the lives of his closest friends in danger. And even the woman who he believes to be falling in love with, not that he dare tell her. The dwarf stood up and peered at his chain polishing handiwork.
"I can't polish my axe, since it's in that dumb tree. Stupid tree it took my axe and never gave it back." There was a clatter on the ground and everyone jumped. Darin walked towards the source of the sounds and he stepped on something metal. He picked it up and glanced at it in the dim light. "Its my axe, the tree gave it back! Thank you tree!" he shouted up towards the ceiling then sat back down and polished that.
"We are never going to get out of here. We are going to freeze to death, where the hell did they take us?" Silva clung closer to Aldor
"By the feeling of the air I would stay they took us to Halas but that is impossible people still live there and the Barbarians wouldn't work with the Dark Elves." Aldor rubbed his chin and closed his eyes. There was a bang on the door and someone walked in cloaked in heavy furs the he shut the door behind him. He took off the hood and the companions stood up.
"Please relax, you are in Halas to answer your first question. My name is Roddan; Dark elves brought you here unconscious and I wanted to see what was wrong with you guys and what had happened in Toxxula." The barbarian was calm and didn't twitch while speaking. The companions were suddenly confused.
"We were going into Toxxula, and they attacked us, and brought us here, the technique used to make us pass out unfortunately didn't work on me, and I was forced to walk the whole way in chains after we got off the boat. They carried the others." Tersha bowed and fell silent.
"Sorry milady that you had to go through that. A women of your stature shouldn't be placed with that burden." Tersha was smitten with delight as he kissed the top of her hand. She could have melted, if only the man she loved would do that! "Please follow me, I will get you out of here, the elves had no intention on doing this I am sorry. My lord asks them to get people before they go into Erudin for we wish no one would awake the evil that lies in the depths of that city." He stuck a large brass key into the door and it clicked open and he led the travelers down the dark hallways. They stopped at a room and he motioned them inside. Piles of fur cloaks lay over boxes. "Please help yourself for it is bitter cold up there."
Silva ran to a light cream leather colored cloak with fur around the rim of the hood along the sides and bottom and even around the cuffs of the wrists. Aldor assisted her in putting it on and then looked at her while putting the plain cloak on himself. Her cloak reached the floor and dragged a little bit and it fit her nicely around the waist. Tersha picked one she liked, as did Nimandle but Darin stood there by the door next to the barbarian.
"Dwarf, are you not going to get something to keep your limbs warm, and prevent them from freezing and cracking?" Roddan smiled down at the short man.
"No, Dwarfs don't need leather and fur, we work in cold caves and we don't need them."
"It is much colder up here Darin get one." Nimandle thrust one at the short dwarf and he crossed his arms and looked the other way. Tersha took the cloak and threw it into her bag for she knew Darin would change his mind. Roddan put up his hood and led the companions out again and up steep stairs that lead to a small cabin. He pushed the door open and a big gust of wind blew snow and ice into their faces. Darin shivered but did not except the cloak. The tall barbarian took them across the town to a mammoth building. He unlocked this door and shooed them all inside.
"Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable by the fire, I will only be a minute." he left them and went upstairs and disappeared. They all walked over to the small couches covered in fur and they sat down and looked at each other blankly.
"What are we going to do now, it looks like we have come to a dead end." Nimandle threw his head in his hands. "Maybe this Roddan could tell us where we might want to head next. Even though I don't trust him." Nimandle mumbled.
"I say some place warmer. Or even go back home."
"Darin your opinion doesn't count." Silva snapped.
"Dwarves always get an opinion ELF!" the two fought like children trying to be a captain to a game. The clank of boots came down the stairs and another tall barbarian looked at the travelers with cold eyes, and then they softened up.
"Aldor! So nice to see you again, what brings you back into my parts of the world!" The man embraced the thin mage and smiled vibrantly.
"Hinusk that couldn't be you could it? The Prime minister of Halas what an accomplishment!"
"Aye it is me, and look at yourself, not aged one bit since---what now fifteen seasons."
Aldor grinned and nodded.
"Let me introduce my friends." Aldor introduced each person until he came to Silva. "And this is my girlfriend Silva." She blushed overwhelmingly and bowed her head. Hinusk seemed pleased.
"I am glad you made it all right here to Halas, I heard it was hard on the lady over there." He pointed to Tersha who stood behind Nimandle. "If I would have known you were all coming I would have sent more pleasant travel accommodations. But I wasn't expecting you." Roddan whispered something in his ear and he corrected himself. "Sorry about the Dark elves, they mean well." The companions nodded and he offered them to sit with him Roddan stood behind him and seemed calm all over. Tersha looked at the Barbarian and admired his will to bring them in the presence of his lord and offer them fine furs.
"So Aldor what brings you back here?" Hinusk said cheerfully offering them all a beverage.
"Defiantly not to visit, I hate to say. We were on our way to Erudin actually to find someone." Aldor left it at that; he didn't want to spread their mission across the land. He took a sip of the bittersweet drink and then set it on the table.
"Interesting."
"Excuse me my lord, something has happened at the docks." A messenger cloaked in dark brown firs bowed and talked quickly, the companions barely understanding what was being said.
"I will be there right away, get a cleric down there and a warrior." He stood up and the companions stood as well. "Please if you will excuse me, for attacks have been happening at the docks a lot recently."
"We will offer to help." Aldor said starring at his friends daring them to say something against it.
"Much appreciated Aldor, please follow me." They trudged though the snow and came to the docks to see a ship on fire and people scattered in the water, clinging to boxes of goods. Another boat was on fire and people we running around trying to pick up the mess little by little. Aldor looked quickly around. "A guild called Shadow-Haven of the Mark has been plaguing this city for weeks, I am running out of food and drink because the boats cant get unloaded in time before they are burned to ash. I don't know what to do. GET THE PEOPLE OUT OF THE WATER!" He shouted across the docks. Roddan stood there with his long staff that had an arrowhead on it and a red feather surrounded by a blue-green light.
No one moved to get the people out of the water, so Tersha ran down the wooden dock and dived into the freezing cold water, her cream skin instantly becoming frozen. She swam out to where most of the people were huddled onto a large board and she grabbed the timber and swam with all her might pushing it to the side of the dock. She lost all feeling to her feet and fingers just after a couple minutes. Nimandle darted across the dock after Tersha and pulled the people out of the water but Tersha had gone to look for more. He bellowed at her and she glanced quickly over her shoulder and saw him standing there. She motioned the last four people over to the edge and then her feeling in her arms and neck vanished and a feeling of suffocation ran though her body. She slowly sank into the water and her green eyes shut slowly. The druid knew she had died for the right thing. The shallow water cradled her and pushed her gently to the bottom, the frozen sand was used for a grave. She used up her last breath then coughed and slipped into unconsciousness. Nimandle dove into the water and searched for her in the murky blue ice water. He dove down to the bottom and saw her black hair swaying though the rippled currents. He drew his breath and opened her mouth and pushed air into her but she didn't respond. He quickly wrapped his arms around he waist and pulled her up to the top. He broke to the surface and Roddan pulled her out and wrapped her in his cloak while Aldor helped Nimandle out and offered him his own cloak. The warrior took it and shivered in the bitter air.
"Get these people warm and pick up the remnants." Hinusk yelled. And he led the companions back to his home. Roddan picked up Tersha and wrapped her tightly in the cloak Silva had pulled from her bag. He rushed back with Darin close at his heels beating everyone else. When the companions entered the room Tersha was laying in front of the fireplace still wrapped in furs but Nimandle could just make out the heaving of her chest as he sat down next to her. Her skin was as white as a dark elves hair and her black hair seemed crystallized in ice. Roddan nodded his head at the human.
"She will live, but it may take many days, for her breathing is slow right now and she has frostbite from her nose to her toes. She was dead when I pulled her out of the water, I am surprised that cleric of yours can do much for he looks useless."
"Thank you Shaman." Nimandle kissed Tersha's frozen forehead and continued to sit by the fire trying to warm his own frozen limbs.
"I am truly sorry about all this really, we should have met on a better foot!"
"Hinusk it is okay, no one has died." Aldor bowed his head. The door flung open and a black figure walked in.
"Where is she?"
"On second thought we are truly sorry for this bad meeting lord." Silva stood and looked at the cloaked figure.
"She is here, but you will have to go though me to get her." Nimandle drew his sword and pushed his way in front of Aldor and Hinusk. He untied his cloak and threw it off to the side, his arms still aching from numbness.
"Stop human, for you will make me laugh." The deep voice boomed though out the room. He slowly raised his hand and magic poured from his fingers and flung it into Silva who stood casting as well. She toppled over onto the couch and grasped her side in pain. Roddan healed her instantly and stood over Tersha. He casted again and Tersha began floating over to him but Roddan jumped and flatted her to the ground instantly breaking a rib or two. He frowned at his own body mass and apologized to the very weak sleeping druid.
"What is it you want Myosin?" Hinusk pulled out his own sword.
"The druid."
"She is my guest, you cannot have her." He casted a light spell onto the necromancer and he winced strongly.
"Your lucky Paladin, for you are of the light and I am from the dark, but even lights make shadows." Myosin casted again and a ripple of red sparkles shot towards Hinusk. Nimandle dove in the way and intercepted the blast. His body bounced heavily to the ground. Aldor casted a reverse blast and it hit Myosin in the arm and blood trickled down his arm and enveloped his hand. He looked down at the wound and frowned then gated away again.
"Nimandle?" Darin wobbled over to the human who lay on the ground in front of Hinusk. "For this keeps getting worse and worse, blood from your body will run out, and I will have to replace it with my own, and now wont that be a sad thing that I would be gone? You guys would have no one to tell you the stories of the great dwarves!" Darin mumbled on as he healed Nimandle's cuts and flesh wounds. Roddan picked up Tersha again gently and placed her back next to the fireplace.
"We have to bandage those wounds of both Silva and Tersha." Roddan pointed out.
"Leave that to me." A woman walked down the stairs wearing a light blue fur cloak exactly like the one Silva wore. Her chestnut colored hair was pulled back loosely. "Please reside into the other den boys." She looked at them all with such calmness on her face
"Yes milady Adasha." They all nodded and followed Hinusk into the next room then shut the door behind them. The women passed over toward Tersha and gently undid her tunic and summoned a maid to get warm bandages. The maid came back with a tray with steaming white balls of cloth. Adasha nodded and took the tray. And requested broth and cider for both. She rapped the bandages around the druid and carefully covered her up again then moved to the enchantress who was awake and still wincing with pain.
"Hun lean back and focus on good things this is going to sting." Silva thought of Aldor as the women with soft hands wrapped the warm cloth over her torso. "There all finished, see it wasn't as bad as you thought. Please help yourself to something to eat." The maid brought another tray from the kitchens and put it on the table as Adasha went back and worked more with Tersha. She put her hands over her chest and closed her round eyes and her hair fell loosely from the tie that once held it. White and blue sparks fell from her palm and cascaded into Tersha. Her eyes blinked open and Adasha helped sit her up.
"Hun, your weak, be careful, but please help yourself to the broth and Cider." Adasha brought a mug and a bowl over to her and she took it thankfully.
Meanwhile in the other Den:
"Who was that woman?" Nimandle thrust Roddan to the side and stared coldly into the tall shaman's eyes.
"Our Cleric, and Hinusk's daughter she wont do anything to your druid or enchanter but heal them."
"I could have done that." Darin walked past Roddan and went to kick him but the shaman quickly bent down and grabbed the stubby leg and flipped Darin over and he landed with a thud. "And I can use you as a club." Roddan sneered as Darin stood up slowly glaring at the shaman.
"Darin go do something, like polish your axe again."
"I already did that, I ran out of things to polish."
"Here then polish my sword." Nimandle drew his sword and flipped it to Darin who caught it with two hands and went and sat down and started polishing.
"Dwarves polish real good." He said as Hinusk sat next to him, Aldor on the other side.
"As I have heard Dwarf."
"Have you also heard the story of Brell?" The barbarian shook his head no, and Aldor rolled his eyes. There Darin goes again spreading the word of Brell this in going to be forever before he shuts up.
"I will tell you then! Other gods noticed Veeshan's work and became jealous they too came to Norrath. Brell Serilis was first, and from his plane of Underfoot, a dark realm of vast caves and endless tunnels, he quietly created a magical portal to a cavern deep in the belly of Norrath. Though this portal, the Duke of Underfoot seeded the depth of Norrath with all manner of creatures. Brell then returned home." The dwarf continued on the story and it lasted at least fifteen minutes.
"Very nice story cleric. Guys, I think we can go back and see your women, and my daughter."
"Hinusk, what ever became of your wife?"
"She died on the journey to Erudin a couple years back, and no one ever found her body. So this I am left with my son and daughter."
"Son?" everyone looked at each other puzzled
"Tersha?"
"What?" she looked at him her arms quivering.
"Come here." She scooted over and sat next to him. He put his arm around her and she clung to him tightly. They had been raided by a band of outcasts from Neriak, and now they where held in a cold, wet hole. This isn't what Nimandle expected to happen, why had he even started this expedition out anyways he has put his life and the lives of his closest friends in danger. And even the woman who he believes to be falling in love with, not that he dare tell her. The dwarf stood up and peered at his chain polishing handiwork.
"I can't polish my axe, since it's in that dumb tree. Stupid tree it took my axe and never gave it back." There was a clatter on the ground and everyone jumped. Darin walked towards the source of the sounds and he stepped on something metal. He picked it up and glanced at it in the dim light. "Its my axe, the tree gave it back! Thank you tree!" he shouted up towards the ceiling then sat back down and polished that.
"We are never going to get out of here. We are going to freeze to death, where the hell did they take us?" Silva clung closer to Aldor
"By the feeling of the air I would stay they took us to Halas but that is impossible people still live there and the Barbarians wouldn't work with the Dark Elves." Aldor rubbed his chin and closed his eyes. There was a bang on the door and someone walked in cloaked in heavy furs the he shut the door behind him. He took off the hood and the companions stood up.
"Please relax, you are in Halas to answer your first question. My name is Roddan; Dark elves brought you here unconscious and I wanted to see what was wrong with you guys and what had happened in Toxxula." The barbarian was calm and didn't twitch while speaking. The companions were suddenly confused.
"We were going into Toxxula, and they attacked us, and brought us here, the technique used to make us pass out unfortunately didn't work on me, and I was forced to walk the whole way in chains after we got off the boat. They carried the others." Tersha bowed and fell silent.
"Sorry milady that you had to go through that. A women of your stature shouldn't be placed with that burden." Tersha was smitten with delight as he kissed the top of her hand. She could have melted, if only the man she loved would do that! "Please follow me, I will get you out of here, the elves had no intention on doing this I am sorry. My lord asks them to get people before they go into Erudin for we wish no one would awake the evil that lies in the depths of that city." He stuck a large brass key into the door and it clicked open and he led the travelers down the dark hallways. They stopped at a room and he motioned them inside. Piles of fur cloaks lay over boxes. "Please help yourself for it is bitter cold up there."
Silva ran to a light cream leather colored cloak with fur around the rim of the hood along the sides and bottom and even around the cuffs of the wrists. Aldor assisted her in putting it on and then looked at her while putting the plain cloak on himself. Her cloak reached the floor and dragged a little bit and it fit her nicely around the waist. Tersha picked one she liked, as did Nimandle but Darin stood there by the door next to the barbarian.
"Dwarf, are you not going to get something to keep your limbs warm, and prevent them from freezing and cracking?" Roddan smiled down at the short man.
"No, Dwarfs don't need leather and fur, we work in cold caves and we don't need them."
"It is much colder up here Darin get one." Nimandle thrust one at the short dwarf and he crossed his arms and looked the other way. Tersha took the cloak and threw it into her bag for she knew Darin would change his mind. Roddan put up his hood and led the companions out again and up steep stairs that lead to a small cabin. He pushed the door open and a big gust of wind blew snow and ice into their faces. Darin shivered but did not except the cloak. The tall barbarian took them across the town to a mammoth building. He unlocked this door and shooed them all inside.
"Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable by the fire, I will only be a minute." he left them and went upstairs and disappeared. They all walked over to the small couches covered in fur and they sat down and looked at each other blankly.
"What are we going to do now, it looks like we have come to a dead end." Nimandle threw his head in his hands. "Maybe this Roddan could tell us where we might want to head next. Even though I don't trust him." Nimandle mumbled.
"I say some place warmer. Or even go back home."
"Darin your opinion doesn't count." Silva snapped.
"Dwarves always get an opinion ELF!" the two fought like children trying to be a captain to a game. The clank of boots came down the stairs and another tall barbarian looked at the travelers with cold eyes, and then they softened up.
"Aldor! So nice to see you again, what brings you back into my parts of the world!" The man embraced the thin mage and smiled vibrantly.
"Hinusk that couldn't be you could it? The Prime minister of Halas what an accomplishment!"
"Aye it is me, and look at yourself, not aged one bit since---what now fifteen seasons."
Aldor grinned and nodded.
"Let me introduce my friends." Aldor introduced each person until he came to Silva. "And this is my girlfriend Silva." She blushed overwhelmingly and bowed her head. Hinusk seemed pleased.
"I am glad you made it all right here to Halas, I heard it was hard on the lady over there." He pointed to Tersha who stood behind Nimandle. "If I would have known you were all coming I would have sent more pleasant travel accommodations. But I wasn't expecting you." Roddan whispered something in his ear and he corrected himself. "Sorry about the Dark elves, they mean well." The companions nodded and he offered them to sit with him Roddan stood behind him and seemed calm all over. Tersha looked at the Barbarian and admired his will to bring them in the presence of his lord and offer them fine furs.
"So Aldor what brings you back here?" Hinusk said cheerfully offering them all a beverage.
"Defiantly not to visit, I hate to say. We were on our way to Erudin actually to find someone." Aldor left it at that; he didn't want to spread their mission across the land. He took a sip of the bittersweet drink and then set it on the table.
"Interesting."
"Excuse me my lord, something has happened at the docks." A messenger cloaked in dark brown firs bowed and talked quickly, the companions barely understanding what was being said.
"I will be there right away, get a cleric down there and a warrior." He stood up and the companions stood as well. "Please if you will excuse me, for attacks have been happening at the docks a lot recently."
"We will offer to help." Aldor said starring at his friends daring them to say something against it.
"Much appreciated Aldor, please follow me." They trudged though the snow and came to the docks to see a ship on fire and people scattered in the water, clinging to boxes of goods. Another boat was on fire and people we running around trying to pick up the mess little by little. Aldor looked quickly around. "A guild called Shadow-Haven of the Mark has been plaguing this city for weeks, I am running out of food and drink because the boats cant get unloaded in time before they are burned to ash. I don't know what to do. GET THE PEOPLE OUT OF THE WATER!" He shouted across the docks. Roddan stood there with his long staff that had an arrowhead on it and a red feather surrounded by a blue-green light.
No one moved to get the people out of the water, so Tersha ran down the wooden dock and dived into the freezing cold water, her cream skin instantly becoming frozen. She swam out to where most of the people were huddled onto a large board and she grabbed the timber and swam with all her might pushing it to the side of the dock. She lost all feeling to her feet and fingers just after a couple minutes. Nimandle darted across the dock after Tersha and pulled the people out of the water but Tersha had gone to look for more. He bellowed at her and she glanced quickly over her shoulder and saw him standing there. She motioned the last four people over to the edge and then her feeling in her arms and neck vanished and a feeling of suffocation ran though her body. She slowly sank into the water and her green eyes shut slowly. The druid knew she had died for the right thing. The shallow water cradled her and pushed her gently to the bottom, the frozen sand was used for a grave. She used up her last breath then coughed and slipped into unconsciousness. Nimandle dove into the water and searched for her in the murky blue ice water. He dove down to the bottom and saw her black hair swaying though the rippled currents. He drew his breath and opened her mouth and pushed air into her but she didn't respond. He quickly wrapped his arms around he waist and pulled her up to the top. He broke to the surface and Roddan pulled her out and wrapped her in his cloak while Aldor helped Nimandle out and offered him his own cloak. The warrior took it and shivered in the bitter air.
"Get these people warm and pick up the remnants." Hinusk yelled. And he led the companions back to his home. Roddan picked up Tersha and wrapped her tightly in the cloak Silva had pulled from her bag. He rushed back with Darin close at his heels beating everyone else. When the companions entered the room Tersha was laying in front of the fireplace still wrapped in furs but Nimandle could just make out the heaving of her chest as he sat down next to her. Her skin was as white as a dark elves hair and her black hair seemed crystallized in ice. Roddan nodded his head at the human.
"She will live, but it may take many days, for her breathing is slow right now and she has frostbite from her nose to her toes. She was dead when I pulled her out of the water, I am surprised that cleric of yours can do much for he looks useless."
"Thank you Shaman." Nimandle kissed Tersha's frozen forehead and continued to sit by the fire trying to warm his own frozen limbs.
"I am truly sorry about all this really, we should have met on a better foot!"
"Hinusk it is okay, no one has died." Aldor bowed his head. The door flung open and a black figure walked in.
"Where is she?"
"On second thought we are truly sorry for this bad meeting lord." Silva stood and looked at the cloaked figure.
"She is here, but you will have to go though me to get her." Nimandle drew his sword and pushed his way in front of Aldor and Hinusk. He untied his cloak and threw it off to the side, his arms still aching from numbness.
"Stop human, for you will make me laugh." The deep voice boomed though out the room. He slowly raised his hand and magic poured from his fingers and flung it into Silva who stood casting as well. She toppled over onto the couch and grasped her side in pain. Roddan healed her instantly and stood over Tersha. He casted again and Tersha began floating over to him but Roddan jumped and flatted her to the ground instantly breaking a rib or two. He frowned at his own body mass and apologized to the very weak sleeping druid.
"What is it you want Myosin?" Hinusk pulled out his own sword.
"The druid."
"She is my guest, you cannot have her." He casted a light spell onto the necromancer and he winced strongly.
"Your lucky Paladin, for you are of the light and I am from the dark, but even lights make shadows." Myosin casted again and a ripple of red sparkles shot towards Hinusk. Nimandle dove in the way and intercepted the blast. His body bounced heavily to the ground. Aldor casted a reverse blast and it hit Myosin in the arm and blood trickled down his arm and enveloped his hand. He looked down at the wound and frowned then gated away again.
"Nimandle?" Darin wobbled over to the human who lay on the ground in front of Hinusk. "For this keeps getting worse and worse, blood from your body will run out, and I will have to replace it with my own, and now wont that be a sad thing that I would be gone? You guys would have no one to tell you the stories of the great dwarves!" Darin mumbled on as he healed Nimandle's cuts and flesh wounds. Roddan picked up Tersha again gently and placed her back next to the fireplace.
"We have to bandage those wounds of both Silva and Tersha." Roddan pointed out.
"Leave that to me." A woman walked down the stairs wearing a light blue fur cloak exactly like the one Silva wore. Her chestnut colored hair was pulled back loosely. "Please reside into the other den boys." She looked at them all with such calmness on her face
"Yes milady Adasha." They all nodded and followed Hinusk into the next room then shut the door behind them. The women passed over toward Tersha and gently undid her tunic and summoned a maid to get warm bandages. The maid came back with a tray with steaming white balls of cloth. Adasha nodded and took the tray. And requested broth and cider for both. She rapped the bandages around the druid and carefully covered her up again then moved to the enchantress who was awake and still wincing with pain.
"Hun lean back and focus on good things this is going to sting." Silva thought of Aldor as the women with soft hands wrapped the warm cloth over her torso. "There all finished, see it wasn't as bad as you thought. Please help yourself to something to eat." The maid brought another tray from the kitchens and put it on the table as Adasha went back and worked more with Tersha. She put her hands over her chest and closed her round eyes and her hair fell loosely from the tie that once held it. White and blue sparks fell from her palm and cascaded into Tersha. Her eyes blinked open and Adasha helped sit her up.
"Hun, your weak, be careful, but please help yourself to the broth and Cider." Adasha brought a mug and a bowl over to her and she took it thankfully.
Meanwhile in the other Den:
"Who was that woman?" Nimandle thrust Roddan to the side and stared coldly into the tall shaman's eyes.
"Our Cleric, and Hinusk's daughter she wont do anything to your druid or enchanter but heal them."
"I could have done that." Darin walked past Roddan and went to kick him but the shaman quickly bent down and grabbed the stubby leg and flipped Darin over and he landed with a thud. "And I can use you as a club." Roddan sneered as Darin stood up slowly glaring at the shaman.
"Darin go do something, like polish your axe again."
"I already did that, I ran out of things to polish."
"Here then polish my sword." Nimandle drew his sword and flipped it to Darin who caught it with two hands and went and sat down and started polishing.
"Dwarves polish real good." He said as Hinusk sat next to him, Aldor on the other side.
"As I have heard Dwarf."
"Have you also heard the story of Brell?" The barbarian shook his head no, and Aldor rolled his eyes. There Darin goes again spreading the word of Brell this in going to be forever before he shuts up.
"I will tell you then! Other gods noticed Veeshan's work and became jealous they too came to Norrath. Brell Serilis was first, and from his plane of Underfoot, a dark realm of vast caves and endless tunnels, he quietly created a magical portal to a cavern deep in the belly of Norrath. Though this portal, the Duke of Underfoot seeded the depth of Norrath with all manner of creatures. Brell then returned home." The dwarf continued on the story and it lasted at least fifteen minutes.
"Very nice story cleric. Guys, I think we can go back and see your women, and my daughter."
"Hinusk, what ever became of your wife?"
"She died on the journey to Erudin a couple years back, and no one ever found her body. So this I am left with my son and daughter."
"Son?" everyone looked at each other puzzled