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<blockquote data-quote="Sniktch" data-source="post: 664411" data-attributes="member: 7704"><p><strong>Fredegar</strong></p><p></p><p>So sorry this update has taken me so long to write; I've just taken on too many things at once and something had to suffer for it. Unfortunately, this story hour seems to have taken the brunt of my lack of time. Anyway, better late than never - here it is and I'll posts more as fast as I can get it typed:</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>The companions simply stared at the strange dwarf for a moment in stunned silence. Most of them had not really understood the words he’d just uttered and were still puzzling them over in their heads. Jack stepped forward first, somewhat familiar with the accent.</p><p></p><p>“Name’s Stumpwater Jack, but ya can call me just Jack if’n ya like. These’re me friends in arms. We found ya in Duernfast durin’ our explorations, an’ I couldna in good faith leave a fellow dwarf in such a condition.”</p><p></p><p>“Oi be much obloiged to ‘ee then. Wot year izzit? ‘Ow long ‘ave I bin loike ‘at?”</p><p></p><p>“Mmm, couldna tell ya. But the year is 984, if’n that tells ya anythin. I notice ya said yer name is Ironhammer, an’ if’n I’m not mistaken that were the name on the door of the clanhome we were checkin. Are ya really from before the Fall?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, hurr, hurr, no. Moi clan ‘ailed fro’ Doornfast once, but Oi be fro’ a groop no’ unloike yer owen. Oi ‘eaded there in noine-sitty-too to foind me roots, an’, hurr, yoo seen wot ‘appened.” The dwarf shrugged. “Moit as well keep at it, if yoo’ll take me.”</p><p></p><p>Welby tugged at Artimas’ robes and the mage looked down at him. “What he say?” the halfling asked.</p><p></p><p>“Wish I knew. I think he’s speaking Umbrian but the accent is very thick. Jack and Quinn seem to understand him, so it’s probably a dwarf thing.”</p><p></p><p>Jack glared at the mage. “We’re standin right here, y’know,” he growled. “This here’s Fred, wants ta join the group. I say we let ‘im.” Jack stepped back and glowered at the scholar.</p><p></p><p>Artimas waved his arms in a non-committal manner. “Suits me fine if no one else objects.” No one else did, and Fredegar was added to the ranks of the companions.</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>The next day at breakfast the companions were gathered around the largest table in the Foaming Mug when a female halfling strolled into the inn. She was dressed in traveling leathers and wore a long dagger on her belt, but otherwise she appeared to be a dainty and pretty little thing.</p><p></p><p>She approached the bar and spoke quietly with Ned for several minutes, then scanned the rest of the room and seemed to notice the companions for the first time, her eyes coming to rest on Welby. The barbarian was currently seated in front of an enormous mound of pancakes that he was trying to shovel down his throat as fast as possible. Smiling, she nodded and skipped lightly over to stand beside him, waiting for him to come up for air and then sticking her hand in front of his face.</p><p></p><p>“Hi! I’m Anemone, and its nice to meet you, good looking. I just got here from Ravensdale, stupid Crusaders chased me outta town, but hey! At least I got away, right?” She paused and waited but none of the party members acknowledged her presence, particularly the bald halfling, who stared at the hand in his face (and between him and his plate of food) with an expression of mingled bemusement and mounting anger.</p><p></p><p>Anemone shrugged and continued, “So, any of you come from Ravensdale, too? Terrible what’s happening there, just awful. Used to be such a fun town, but now its just dull.</p><p></p><p>“Say, that looks good. Mind if I share with you, big guy?” the pretty halfling asked teasingly and reached towards Welby’s plate. </p><p></p><p>The effect on the warrior was frightening. As her hand approached his meal a low feral growl erupted from his throat, freezing Anemone in her tracks. She stared at Welby uncertainly, perhaps expecting him to be joking, but he growled again and grabbed his axe in a white-knuckled grip.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t touch food,” he managed to voice around his mounting rage.</p><p></p><p>She stepped back, alarm showing in her large hazel eyes. “But I... I didn’t mean...”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t touch food! My food!” Welby shouted, standing and raising his axe. His body was held taut with tension and his small muscles stood out like knotted cords of rope.</p><p></p><p>The female continued to shuffle away from him, the fear growing on her features. “You big bully, how could you? I have friends to you know, and when they get to town you’ll be sorry, you will. They’ll teach you how to treat a lady.” She spit out the last few words and spun on her heels, racing for the open door and disappearing into the daylight.</p><p></p><p>The Crow could contain himself no longer and started laughing uproariously, upsetting his beer. “Haha, now that’ll teach her! Never come between Welby and a meal!”</p><p></p><p>The companions shared a hearty laugh over the incident, Welby calm again now that his plate wasn’t being threatened. When they had all finished they rose and went upstairs to pack their supplies. By midday they were on their way back to Duernfast, looking forward to the adventures that lay ahead.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sniktch, post: 664411, member: 7704"] [b]Fredegar[/b] So sorry this update has taken me so long to write; I've just taken on too many things at once and something had to suffer for it. Unfortunately, this story hour seems to have taken the brunt of my lack of time. Anyway, better late than never - here it is and I'll posts more as fast as I can get it typed: ***** The companions simply stared at the strange dwarf for a moment in stunned silence. Most of them had not really understood the words he’d just uttered and were still puzzling them over in their heads. Jack stepped forward first, somewhat familiar with the accent. “Name’s Stumpwater Jack, but ya can call me just Jack if’n ya like. These’re me friends in arms. We found ya in Duernfast durin’ our explorations, an’ I couldna in good faith leave a fellow dwarf in such a condition.” “Oi be much obloiged to ‘ee then. Wot year izzit? ‘Ow long ‘ave I bin loike ‘at?” “Mmm, couldna tell ya. But the year is 984, if’n that tells ya anythin. I notice ya said yer name is Ironhammer, an’ if’n I’m not mistaken that were the name on the door of the clanhome we were checkin. Are ya really from before the Fall?” “Oh, hurr, hurr, no. Moi clan ‘ailed fro’ Doornfast once, but Oi be fro’ a groop no’ unloike yer owen. Oi ‘eaded there in noine-sitty-too to foind me roots, an’, hurr, yoo seen wot ‘appened.” The dwarf shrugged. “Moit as well keep at it, if yoo’ll take me.” Welby tugged at Artimas’ robes and the mage looked down at him. “What he say?” the halfling asked. “Wish I knew. I think he’s speaking Umbrian but the accent is very thick. Jack and Quinn seem to understand him, so it’s probably a dwarf thing.” Jack glared at the mage. “We’re standin right here, y’know,” he growled. “This here’s Fred, wants ta join the group. I say we let ‘im.” Jack stepped back and glowered at the scholar. Artimas waved his arms in a non-committal manner. “Suits me fine if no one else objects.” No one else did, and Fredegar was added to the ranks of the companions. ***** The next day at breakfast the companions were gathered around the largest table in the Foaming Mug when a female halfling strolled into the inn. She was dressed in traveling leathers and wore a long dagger on her belt, but otherwise she appeared to be a dainty and pretty little thing. She approached the bar and spoke quietly with Ned for several minutes, then scanned the rest of the room and seemed to notice the companions for the first time, her eyes coming to rest on Welby. The barbarian was currently seated in front of an enormous mound of pancakes that he was trying to shovel down his throat as fast as possible. Smiling, she nodded and skipped lightly over to stand beside him, waiting for him to come up for air and then sticking her hand in front of his face. “Hi! I’m Anemone, and its nice to meet you, good looking. I just got here from Ravensdale, stupid Crusaders chased me outta town, but hey! At least I got away, right?” She paused and waited but none of the party members acknowledged her presence, particularly the bald halfling, who stared at the hand in his face (and between him and his plate of food) with an expression of mingled bemusement and mounting anger. Anemone shrugged and continued, “So, any of you come from Ravensdale, too? Terrible what’s happening there, just awful. Used to be such a fun town, but now its just dull. “Say, that looks good. Mind if I share with you, big guy?” the pretty halfling asked teasingly and reached towards Welby’s plate. The effect on the warrior was frightening. As her hand approached his meal a low feral growl erupted from his throat, freezing Anemone in her tracks. She stared at Welby uncertainly, perhaps expecting him to be joking, but he growled again and grabbed his axe in a white-knuckled grip. “Don’t touch food,” he managed to voice around his mounting rage. She stepped back, alarm showing in her large hazel eyes. “But I... I didn’t mean...” “Don’t touch food! My food!” Welby shouted, standing and raising his axe. His body was held taut with tension and his small muscles stood out like knotted cords of rope. The female continued to shuffle away from him, the fear growing on her features. “You big bully, how could you? I have friends to you know, and when they get to town you’ll be sorry, you will. They’ll teach you how to treat a lady.” She spit out the last few words and spun on her heels, racing for the open door and disappearing into the daylight. The Crow could contain himself no longer and started laughing uproariously, upsetting his beer. “Haha, now that’ll teach her! Never come between Welby and a meal!” The companions shared a hearty laugh over the incident, Welby calm again now that his plate wasn’t being threatened. When they had all finished they rose and went upstairs to pack their supplies. By midday they were on their way back to Duernfast, looking forward to the adventures that lay ahead. [/QUOTE]
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