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<blockquote data-quote="Once a Fool" data-source="post: 2547020" data-attributes="member: 35783"><p><strong>Chapter Two</strong></p><p></p><p>Enok's hammer forged another horseshoe. He beat them out as fast as he could. He wasn't here to make horseshoes. He was merely paying the smith for the use of his smithy. Enok had another project...</p><p></p><p>They had left the Elf-Hunter and the Captain unarmored and unarmed out in the plains, behind them. Enok didn't have a problem with the Elf-Hunter, but the Captain, Cedric, would be trouble, later.</p><p></p><p><em>Stupid half-orc. Wouldn't let me kill him when I had the chance.</em> Pyris <em> wanted me to kill him...</em></p><p></p><p>Pyris had even given the dwarf the means to absorb the warrior's life, right on the battlefield, but the Stupid Captain had resisted.</p><p></p><p><em>Stupid God. Hard enough to get anything out of Him, and He can't even kill a stupid human meat sack when I want it.</em></p><p></p><p>Sometimes, being a Priest of Pyris wasn't worth the trouble.</p><p></p><p>At least he had the human's armor. It was a poor fit for the dwarf and the craftsmanship was not very good, but that didn't matter. The material was good steel, and that is what Enok needed.</p><p></p><p>Ororck had talked Enok out of the obviously sane option of killing Cedric, because Cedric could clear their names.</p><p></p><p>Somehow, the Stupid Goody-Two-Shoes-Elf had made Cedric change his mind about the party. Enok could guess how. She'd done it while the rest of the party was asleep.</p><p></p><p>Enok's diplomacy had worked in its own way, too. Who can argue with logic? Enok could certainly recognize Truth when he heard it.</p><p></p><p><em>Cedric wants to kill me. Well, we'll see.</em></p><p></p><p>One day, Cedric would come looking for Enok and the dwarf would be ready for him. The day would come.</p><p></p><p>First thing to do would have to be...ditch the party. That should be simple. Simply stay in the Lost Haven when they go.</p><p></p><p>Enok laughed at the absurdity of the town he found himself in. Only an elf would build something as entirely impractical as this place. It was a town built inside a massive <em>log cabin</em> out in the middle of nowhere!</p><p></p><p>Exiles, all of them. Or descendents thereof.</p><p></p><p><em>At least I know where that druid got the dwarven liquor from.</em></p><p></p><p>Since dwarven liquor, like everything else dwarven, was property of the Dwarven Empire; it shouldn't have been possible to obtain it.</p><p></p><p><em>There must be a black market in this town.</em></p><p></p><p>Making the dwarven liquor, <em>grog</em>, was actually the responsibility of the dwarven clergy. It was essential for dwarven survival. Enok tended to get a little territorial over such matters.</p><p></p><p>The druid's real name was Lofton, but that wasn't the name Enok knew him by. Apparently, he was very well connected in this town.</p><p></p><p><em>And exiled from a town of exiles. How did he manage that?</em></p><p></p><p>No matter. The druid was definitely back in town. Enok had seen him. The whole party had, in fact. Up on the top level. In the Market Square.</p><p></p><p><em>In the fields. That ain't natural.</em></p><p></p><p>The top level didn't have a roof. It was farmland.</p><p></p><p>Enok didn't like this place; he felt confined in a way that he would not in any cavern. But when the party left, he would stay, anyway.</p><p></p><p><em>Can't stand them. Bunch of Do-Gooders.</em></p><p></p><p>Well, the gnome-girl wasn't a do-gooder, but she was annoying and untrustworthy. Sure, she had saved the dwarf's life, once, but she'd also nearly gotten him killed, <em>looting</em>.</p><p></p><p>Enok turned over a thick, triangular gold piece in his mind. Property of the Dwarven Empire. This had come from the druid, too. Lo Chi had lifted it off of him. Little thief.</p><p></p><p>Another horseshoe. One less thing to worry about.</p><p></p><p>Enok chuckled as he thought about the gnome girl's prairie dog. Who had ever heard of a bloodthirsty prairie dog? Too bad he'd never gotten a chance to eat it. Her armadillo had been delicious.</p><p></p><p>Ororck had helped him eat that. Despite himself, Enok would sort of miss Ororck. Not too bright, but a <em>mean</em> combatant. Quick and strong.</p><p></p><p>But the elf...</p><p></p><p>Enok swore as he threw a twisted scrap of metal aside. Stupid horseshoe. A dwarf shouldn't <em>have</em> to pay attention to a <em>horeshoe</em> to get it right. Elf's fault, anyway.</p><p></p><p><em>That's what you get for worshipping the sky-gods. Stupid elves who want to save the world. Go save the world, elf. Leave me out of it.</em></p><p></p><p>The elf-wench who founded this town, Celest, ran the tavern. The Elfin Exile. She was putting some stupid ideas into Evangeline's head, no doubt. <em>She</em> was a failed paladin. Even gave Evangeline a silly little stick of a sword.</p><p></p><p><em>Holy, my hairy dwarven...</em></p><p></p><p>Enok's hammer fell to the floor. A soft thud broke the silence in the smithy. The largest human Enok had ever seen walked in. The man's face was misshapen, broken more times than the dwarf imagined possible. His voice was thick.</p><p></p><p><strong>"I'm looking for someone. You're going to help me."</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Once a Fool, post: 2547020, member: 35783"] [b]Chapter Two[/b] Enok's hammer forged another horseshoe. He beat them out as fast as he could. He wasn't here to make horseshoes. He was merely paying the smith for the use of his smithy. Enok had another project... They had left the Elf-Hunter and the Captain unarmored and unarmed out in the plains, behind them. Enok didn't have a problem with the Elf-Hunter, but the Captain, Cedric, would be trouble, later. [i]Stupid half-orc. Wouldn't let me kill him when I had the chance.[/i] Pyris [i] wanted me to kill him...[/i] Pyris had even given the dwarf the means to absorb the warrior's life, right on the battlefield, but the Stupid Captain had resisted. [i]Stupid God. Hard enough to get anything out of Him, and He can't even kill a stupid human meat sack when I want it.[/i] Sometimes, being a Priest of Pyris wasn't worth the trouble. At least he had the human's armor. It was a poor fit for the dwarf and the craftsmanship was not very good, but that didn't matter. The material was good steel, and that is what Enok needed. Ororck had talked Enok out of the obviously sane option of killing Cedric, because Cedric could clear their names. Somehow, the Stupid Goody-Two-Shoes-Elf had made Cedric change his mind about the party. Enok could guess how. She'd done it while the rest of the party was asleep. Enok's diplomacy had worked in its own way, too. Who can argue with logic? Enok could certainly recognize Truth when he heard it. [i]Cedric wants to kill me. Well, we'll see.[/i] One day, Cedric would come looking for Enok and the dwarf would be ready for him. The day would come. First thing to do would have to be...ditch the party. That should be simple. Simply stay in the Lost Haven when they go. Enok laughed at the absurdity of the town he found himself in. Only an elf would build something as entirely impractical as this place. It was a town built inside a massive [i]log cabin[/i] out in the middle of nowhere! Exiles, all of them. Or descendents thereof. [i]At least I know where that druid got the dwarven liquor from.[/i] Since dwarven liquor, like everything else dwarven, was property of the Dwarven Empire; it shouldn't have been possible to obtain it. [i]There must be a black market in this town.[/i] Making the dwarven liquor, [i]grog[/i], was actually the responsibility of the dwarven clergy. It was essential for dwarven survival. Enok tended to get a little territorial over such matters. The druid's real name was Lofton, but that wasn't the name Enok knew him by. Apparently, he was very well connected in this town. [i]And exiled from a town of exiles. How did he manage that?[/i] No matter. The druid was definitely back in town. Enok had seen him. The whole party had, in fact. Up on the top level. In the Market Square. [i]In the fields. That ain't natural.[/i] The top level didn't have a roof. It was farmland. Enok didn't like this place; he felt confined in a way that he would not in any cavern. But when the party left, he would stay, anyway. [i]Can't stand them. Bunch of Do-Gooders.[/i] Well, the gnome-girl wasn't a do-gooder, but she was annoying and untrustworthy. Sure, she had saved the dwarf's life, once, but she'd also nearly gotten him killed, [i]looting[/i]. Enok turned over a thick, triangular gold piece in his mind. Property of the Dwarven Empire. This had come from the druid, too. Lo Chi had lifted it off of him. Little thief. Another horseshoe. One less thing to worry about. Enok chuckled as he thought about the gnome girl's prairie dog. Who had ever heard of a bloodthirsty prairie dog? Too bad he'd never gotten a chance to eat it. Her armadillo had been delicious. Ororck had helped him eat that. Despite himself, Enok would sort of miss Ororck. Not too bright, but a [i]mean[/i] combatant. Quick and strong. But the elf... Enok swore as he threw a twisted scrap of metal aside. Stupid horseshoe. A dwarf shouldn't [i]have[/i] to pay attention to a [i]horeshoe[/i] to get it right. Elf's fault, anyway. [i]That's what you get for worshipping the sky-gods. Stupid elves who want to save the world. Go save the world, elf. Leave me out of it.[/i] The elf-wench who founded this town, Celest, ran the tavern. The Elfin Exile. She was putting some stupid ideas into Evangeline's head, no doubt. [i]She[/i] was a failed paladin. Even gave Evangeline a silly little stick of a sword. [i]Holy, my hairy dwarven...[/i] Enok's hammer fell to the floor. A soft thud broke the silence in the smithy. The largest human Enok had ever seen walked in. The man's face was misshapen, broken more times than the dwarf imagined possible. His voice was thick. [b]"I'm looking for someone. You're going to help me."[/b] [/QUOTE]
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