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1-2: Another One For The Road
Imagine my surprise, when I saw that my savior was a dwarf, holding a gun nearly as big as he was. Dwarves are a rare sight these days, almost as rare as...well as an elf. And of course as soon as I approached him, the hunk of junk orc bike sputtered and died on me. Dumb things cannot even keep up on maintenance for their own bike.
" Thanks for that," I told him. "The name is Aramahil."
"Bah!" the dwar snorted, turning away from me ad moving up the road, "The only good orc is a dead 'un."
I followed the fiery-bearded fellow up the road to what had probably once been a guardpost along the Shardrake Highway. He had some crates of what was some heavy weaponry.
"The name's Grim Steele."
"I thought the dwarves evacuated Corvain to their undercities?" I asked.
Gim glared at me, "Me kin did. I did not. Thar be more orcs to hunt on the surface. And I could be asking ye thesame question. I thought the elves dies off."
"Th elders did. I did not."
"Yer a funny one, boy. But only a fool would be outhere without a weapon."
"I was a blademaster. Ican still wield my blade with skill."
"So yer suicidal then?"
I chuckled, "No. My younger sister was captured by human malcontents and held for ransom. Apparently they think we are of an elven noble family. I am on my way to the northern Reahes and the city of Aleon to get her back."
I looked at Grim and saw his eye-he hd an eyepatch over the other one-light up. His beard parted in what appeared to be a smile. Quite a nasty sight, in my opinion.
"I hear the Northern Reaches are infested with orcs," he stated.
"So I've heard."
His smiled widened snd I had to close my eyes for a moment to stop from vomiting.
"Yer gonna need a guard. I'm good with most ranged weapons, but even better with the ones i craft meself. What do ye say, boy?"
Anything to get that smile off yor face, I thought.
"Why not," I said instead. "The more the merrier. It shall be nice to have company that can actually talk back."
Grim loaded some gear, a few weapons and soething he called a "Dwarven Powder Bomb", and some clean food and water he had. The Shardrake Highway called our name, a black river that snaked its way tothe Northern Reaches.
But, little did I know that our party was not yet complete.
1-2: Another One For The Road
Imagine my surprise, when I saw that my savior was a dwarf, holding a gun nearly as big as he was. Dwarves are a rare sight these days, almost as rare as...well as an elf. And of course as soon as I approached him, the hunk of junk orc bike sputtered and died on me. Dumb things cannot even keep up on maintenance for their own bike.
" Thanks for that," I told him. "The name is Aramahil."
"Bah!" the dwar snorted, turning away from me ad moving up the road, "The only good orc is a dead 'un."
I followed the fiery-bearded fellow up the road to what had probably once been a guardpost along the Shardrake Highway. He had some crates of what was some heavy weaponry.
"The name's Grim Steele."
"I thought the dwarves evacuated Corvain to their undercities?" I asked.
Gim glared at me, "Me kin did. I did not. Thar be more orcs to hunt on the surface. And I could be asking ye thesame question. I thought the elves dies off."
"Th elders did. I did not."
"Yer a funny one, boy. But only a fool would be outhere without a weapon."
"I was a blademaster. Ican still wield my blade with skill."
"So yer suicidal then?"
I chuckled, "No. My younger sister was captured by human malcontents and held for ransom. Apparently they think we are of an elven noble family. I am on my way to the northern Reahes and the city of Aleon to get her back."
I looked at Grim and saw his eye-he hd an eyepatch over the other one-light up. His beard parted in what appeared to be a smile. Quite a nasty sight, in my opinion.
"I hear the Northern Reaches are infested with orcs," he stated.
"So I've heard."
His smiled widened snd I had to close my eyes for a moment to stop from vomiting.
"Yer gonna need a guard. I'm good with most ranged weapons, but even better with the ones i craft meself. What do ye say, boy?"
Anything to get that smile off yor face, I thought.
"Why not," I said instead. "The more the merrier. It shall be nice to have company that can actually talk back."
Grim loaded some gear, a few weapons and soething he called a "Dwarven Powder Bomb", and some clean food and water he had. The Shardrake Highway called our name, a black river that snaked its way tothe Northern Reaches.
But, little did I know that our party was not yet complete.