Thoughts of a troubled Dwarf

As i sit here in a tavern drinking fine Dwarven ale, my mind wanders back to resent happenings. Firstly there was the coming of age ceremony. The dwarf Zhed running the ceremony seemed rather troubled by some of the young people he was to initiate. When it was our time to stand before him things started to happen very fast, humans changing into shadow shapes and attacked the crowd, this sent shivers down my spine. The stange fungi creature we encountered after falling through the stage, brought all the training my father had given me to life, the axe i was given found its mark with ease, and the secret training i recieved from my mother in how to find unusual things like traps and secret places with hidden treasure became usfull too.

Then there was the Gnomish tower, the absolute evil that was used to destroy the Gnomes troubled me greatly, the sickening sights i saw of the slaughtered Gnomes made my blood boil and vengence was on my mind, this vengance was granted but at the cost of destroying the great portal that my friends the Gnomes had built, some of my friends thought this was for the good of all but i am not so sure. The dream i had a few days after haunts me still, the evil i felt inside had subsided but the dream was truely dreadfull.

In Bingly the dwarves i met in the tavern were looking at me strangly for not following in the rituals of Moradin, although i hope i have shortened the rift between us with some carefully placed marked arrows they gave me to slay the goblins. The woman who's husband had been captured by the goblins was obviously versed in the use of weapons but some of my group did not realize this, i suppose you have to use a weapon to spot these things.

Then there is the group i travel with to think about, we were raised in the same place, our parents new each other and wanted us to be friends and take the coming of age ceremony together, but do i truely know these people i am not so sure. Draven being dwarven i am close to in some ways, but his desire not to plunder the spoils of battle and adventure annoy me somewhat, but his skill with his axe, and his prayers of healing have become very usefull to us all. Then there is Thokk the half bread as a child i did not like him much, but his speed and stealth have proved usefull and his strength and courage in battle have surely save at least one us from dieing i now fell regrete for not likeing him as he is a true warrior. Breyen being human is still young and his desire to fight with his hands seems somewhat odd to a dwarf like me, give me a stout axe i can swing and i am happy, but to go into combat with bare hands that is surely death waiting to happen. But saying that i have witnessed him deliver some mighty blows with his bare hands, i my not have been able to deliver with my axe, he may yet become usefull although he suffers from blows in battle more than the rest. Teuvdar another half breed is a very usefull compainion his trusty owl gives us all added chances in battle as it destracts the foe, his spells are also usefull but his desire to be amongest the trees and not undergound is alien to me. Then finally the flightly Elf Shadowfoot his skills in steath supass mine and i feel a little envy in this regard, he is good with his bow but a little week in hand to hand combat, the sight of him trying to weild that cumbersome sword with two hands is funny to see, although when he did use it one handed he had some success.

So we come to the ambush and mines our last great adventure, oh how i hate goblins and love to kill them but some of these goblins were deformed and had strength greater than most goblins, they oozed puss, bleed for longer than was natural, inflicted acid like wounds with their touch, goblins should be easier to kill than these were although they did not count on the mighty Thokk and the courage of us all.

Teuvdar made the plant growth around the cave to come to life and entangle some of the goblins, which made it easier for us to kill the ones who could fight, how the lust of battle grabs you and gives you inner strength, we took many wounds but slew 45 goblins and one huge bugbear as well, i scalped them all for the bounty i knew i could collect in foxton. But the evil in the cave almost killed me, that pool of green slim radiated evil and nearly overpowered me but my will was strong and i survived as did we all to tell the tale to the priests of Moradin in Foxton.

So now i sit amongsts Dwarfs drinking there fine ale and wonder what we are to do next, will Zhed send word of another errend he wants us to do? will the Dwarves have some news? what i do know is this, i am hungry for adventure and the treasure that comes with it, the group i travel with all have proven themselves to be sturdy, good company and resourcefull so i raise my flagon in silence too Kord.

Another one of your finest ales please barman.