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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5026628" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Crisis in Freeport: Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p>Beldin checked in to the Last Resort. </p><p></p><p>Bobbin Brandydale met the dwarf at the door. “Hello Beldin.” He wore a morose expression.</p><p></p><p>“Hi Bobbin. How are things?”</p><p></p><p>“Well enough, considering Freeport’s threatened by war. Any news from the front?”</p><p></p><p>Beldin shrugged. “I’ve been away. Judging from today’s newspaper, I’ve been away longer than I thought. Heard from Kham?”</p><p></p><p>Bobbin shook his head. “Last I heard, he was leaving for Altheria with his fortunes. Something about buying a gunship.”</p><p></p><p>“And Vlad’s gone off to war.” Beldin missed his friends. “Has my package arrived?” </p><p></p><p>Bobbin nodded and led him to a table. “Yes. The crate arrived a while ago. But there was a note on it…” Bobbin fidgeted. “And…well…maybe you should read it yourself.”</p><p></p><p>He grabbed a mug of beer from the bar and handed it to Beldin. “On the house.” Then he handed him the note.</p><p></p><p>Beldin sat down and sipped his beer. Judging from Bobbin’s expression, it would not be good news.</p><p></p><p>“Beldin Ironsoul,” it read in Elebac’s flowery script. “You are hereby summoned to Solanos Mor to prepare for the defense of the Forges. This armor has been forged specifically for you with the assumption that you will wearing it, posthaste, to serve your country and kin.”</p><p></p><p>Beldin gulped. It was dated weeks ago.</p><p></p><p>His brooding was interrupted by a familiar character who walked straight towards him.</p><p></p><p>“Clem?” asked Beldin. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”</p><p></p><p>Without speaking, Clem began to sniff Beldin. </p><p></p><p>“Smell him…yes…he is…he will be…”</p><p></p><p>“What?” Beldin grabbed Windcutter off the table. “What’s wrong with you?”</p><p></p><p>He took a better look at Clem. His previously ragged frame had filled out considerably. A large axe dangled from one hand. </p><p></p><p>Bobbin advanced on them. “Everything all right?”</p><p></p><p>“Stay back,” said Beldin. “I’ll handle this. Clem, what’s wrong?”</p><p></p><p>“Give it to me,” whispered Clem, rocking on his heels. “Death…blood…gurlewok…agantio…”</p><p></p><p>“Give what to you?” </p><p></p><p>“Crush…kill…destroy!” Clem grabbed his axe with both hands. “NYAAAAAAGH!” he screamed. </p><p></p><p>Beldin dove backwards as the axe came down, smashing the table in half. </p><p></p><p>Patrons screamed and dove underneath tables. </p><p></p><p>Bobbin rubbed his forehead. “Not again.”</p><p></p><p>“I hears…he be…get it!” shouted Clem.</p><p></p><p>Beldin unstrapped his shield. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you Clem, but I don’t want to hurt you.”</p><p></p><p>“Leave…huriobl…og no ilbort…we need him!”</p><p></p><p>Beldin blocked a numbing blow from Clem’s axe with his shield. He swung Windcutter in a glancing arc. The blade bit deeply into Clem’s thigh, but the madman showed no recognition of the wound.</p><p></p><p>“Leviathan…frega…ohm…” shouted Clem. He leaped up on a table, frothing. “Leviathan…frega…OHM!” </p><p></p><p>Beldin circled around the table. “Everyone, run to the exit. He’s after the Leviathan artifacts!”</p><p></p><p>Patrons ran screaming. Clem tracked Beldin’s every movement with his head. </p><p></p><p>“The lord calls…frega…hak…”</p><p></p><p>With another roar, Clem launched himself from the table. Beldin rolled out of the way as he landed, splitting another table in half. </p><p></p><p>This time Beldin didn’t hesitate. He hacked at the man’s ankle, severing it at the foot. Clem attempted to take another step forward and slipped on the bloody stump.</p><p></p><p>“I come…char…near…power…wanting…needing!” Clem kept coming, swinging his axe in Beldin’s general direction. The dwarf stood his ground.</p><p></p><p>“You’re going to force me to kill you if you don’t stop this madness right now.”</p><p></p><p>Clem swung clumsily at the dwarf. Windcutter bit deep in the madman’s torso. Blood spurted across the floor. </p><p></p><p>Bobbin called for a serving wench to get a mop.</p><p></p><p>Finally, Clem’s frantic attack slowed as the blood drained out of him. “Coming…frega…power rising…death…” he gasped, “blood…joy!”</p><p></p><p>With a final spasm, Clem expired.</p><p></p><p>“I knew we shouldn’t have picked up that maroon,” said Beldin.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 5026628, member: 3285"] [b]Crisis in Freeport: Prologue[/b] Beldin checked in to the Last Resort. Bobbin Brandydale met the dwarf at the door. “Hello Beldin.” He wore a morose expression. “Hi Bobbin. How are things?” “Well enough, considering Freeport’s threatened by war. Any news from the front?” Beldin shrugged. “I’ve been away. Judging from today’s newspaper, I’ve been away longer than I thought. Heard from Kham?” Bobbin shook his head. “Last I heard, he was leaving for Altheria with his fortunes. Something about buying a gunship.” “And Vlad’s gone off to war.” Beldin missed his friends. “Has my package arrived?” Bobbin nodded and led him to a table. “Yes. The crate arrived a while ago. But there was a note on it…” Bobbin fidgeted. “And…well…maybe you should read it yourself.” He grabbed a mug of beer from the bar and handed it to Beldin. “On the house.” Then he handed him the note. Beldin sat down and sipped his beer. Judging from Bobbin’s expression, it would not be good news. “Beldin Ironsoul,” it read in Elebac’s flowery script. “You are hereby summoned to Solanos Mor to prepare for the defense of the Forges. This armor has been forged specifically for you with the assumption that you will wearing it, posthaste, to serve your country and kin.” Beldin gulped. It was dated weeks ago. His brooding was interrupted by a familiar character who walked straight towards him. “Clem?” asked Beldin. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” Without speaking, Clem began to sniff Beldin. “Smell him…yes…he is…he will be…” “What?” Beldin grabbed Windcutter off the table. “What’s wrong with you?” He took a better look at Clem. His previously ragged frame had filled out considerably. A large axe dangled from one hand. Bobbin advanced on them. “Everything all right?” “Stay back,” said Beldin. “I’ll handle this. Clem, what’s wrong?” “Give it to me,” whispered Clem, rocking on his heels. “Death…blood…gurlewok…agantio…” “Give what to you?” “Crush…kill…destroy!” Clem grabbed his axe with both hands. “NYAAAAAAGH!” he screamed. Beldin dove backwards as the axe came down, smashing the table in half. Patrons screamed and dove underneath tables. Bobbin rubbed his forehead. “Not again.” “I hears…he be…get it!” shouted Clem. Beldin unstrapped his shield. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you Clem, but I don’t want to hurt you.” “Leave…huriobl…og no ilbort…we need him!” Beldin blocked a numbing blow from Clem’s axe with his shield. He swung Windcutter in a glancing arc. The blade bit deeply into Clem’s thigh, but the madman showed no recognition of the wound. “Leviathan…frega…ohm…” shouted Clem. He leaped up on a table, frothing. “Leviathan…frega…OHM!” Beldin circled around the table. “Everyone, run to the exit. He’s after the Leviathan artifacts!” Patrons ran screaming. Clem tracked Beldin’s every movement with his head. “The lord calls…frega…hak…” With another roar, Clem launched himself from the table. Beldin rolled out of the way as he landed, splitting another table in half. This time Beldin didn’t hesitate. He hacked at the man’s ankle, severing it at the foot. Clem attempted to take another step forward and slipped on the bloody stump. “I come…char…near…power…wanting…needing!” Clem kept coming, swinging his axe in Beldin’s general direction. The dwarf stood his ground. “You’re going to force me to kill you if you don’t stop this madness right now.” Clem swung clumsily at the dwarf. Windcutter bit deep in the madman’s torso. Blood spurted across the floor. Bobbin called for a serving wench to get a mop. Finally, Clem’s frantic attack slowed as the blood drained out of him. “Coming…frega…power rising…death…” he gasped, “blood…joy!” With a final spasm, Clem expired. “I knew we shouldn’t have picked up that maroon,” said Beldin. [/QUOTE]
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