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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 251115" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p><strong>Chapter 1 - Aurora Falls</strong></p><p></p><p>CHAPTER ONE: AURORA FALLS</p><p></p><p>“Whoa,” the teamster shouted to his horses, bringing the wagon, with the long line of the caravan behind it, to a stop. “We’re here.” He motioned to the short figure off to the flank and rear of the wagon, waving it forward. </p><p></p><p>Olgar Shiverstone stumped forward to meet the carter at the lead wagon. “Aye, we’re here. But by Kraig, I ha’nt a clue where here be!” He looked up at the carter, who was still seated on the wagon bench. Olgar was footsore from miles of stumping along at his best pace behind the wagon, and his shoulders ached from the weight of his armor, weapons, and pack.</p><p></p><p>“We’ve reached Aurora Falls, safely I might add,” the carter said looking down at the dwarf. “Here’s your pay. We’ll be returning to the capital in a week’s time, if you want to sign on again.” The man tossed a small pouch to Olgar, clicked to his team, and the caravan moved slowly into the small town.</p><p></p><p>“Not bloody likely,” Olgar shouted back. “A pox on yer stinkin’ caravan! I’ll be wantin’ more fightin’ and less walkin’ next time.” The wagon was disappearing around a corner. “Aye,” the dwarf said to himself, “might be sumat better offers here, I hopes. Safe caravan, my bloomin’ arse! No danger pay, an’ nary a good fight th’ whole trip.”</p><p></p><p>He shook the dust out of his kilt and brushed off his scale mail. <em>No sense waitin’ around here, might as well explore and see what this hole offers. Kraig’ll be getting’ testy.</em> Olgar shifted his shoulders, settling Stonecleaver in the sheath slung across his back, and walked into the outskirts of Aurora Falls.</p><p></p><p>It was a small town, located in the flats of eastern Zodicia. The houses were small, snug, and flat roofed. A great many were set up on short stilts. There was no plan to the town, mostly just a couple of houses sprung up about a crossroads.</p><p></p><p>There was a tang of fetid, rank water in the air. <em> A bloody swamp!</em> Olgar thought.<em> I shipped to a bloody swamp! Da’ would be a mite disappointed. This’s no place fer any self-respectin’ Shiverstone lad to be. Not likely much masonry or stonecuttin’ here.</em> </p><p></p><p>In fact, most of the buildings in the town were timbered. Olgar noted one or two built of stone, resting on stone foundations. Shoddy work, that. he thought. He was just about to examine some of the work more closely when the ring of a hammer on anvil caught his ear.</p><p></p><p><em>Well, tha’s more like it! A’ least where there be a smithy, there be weapons, a perhaps a bit o’ work t’ be found!</em></p><p></p><p>Following the sounds of hammer falls, Olgar soon arrived at the town square. A large, multi-storied building fronted one side of the square – the town hall, obviously. Another large structure, from which the smell of food and ale gentle wafted sat opposite the town hall. A small fountain sat under some trees in the center of the square. The tapping sound was coming from a bit further on. Olgar stumped on across the square.</p><p></p><p>A group of old men, dressed in worn smocks and dirtied boots, milled about the entrance to the town hall. Something had obviously agitated them. </p><p></p><p>“Crickey, a dwarf in a dress!” one of the men guffawed, pointing Olgar out to his fellows.</p><p></p><p>Olgar had to respond. “Wha’s yer problem, never seen a dwarf before?”</p><p></p><p>“Not one as ugly as you!” came the reply.</p><p></p><p>“Well, I ain’t near so ugly as wha sired you!” Olgar responded. <em>Bunch a’ ignorant ha’seeds!</em> Shocked, the man turned to his fellows, muttering. Olgar returned to stumping across the square.</p><p></p><p>He noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned. A small figure – a halfling, dressed in darkly dyed leather, and a dark cloak, with a small bow slung over one shoulder, was scampering up to the old men.</p><p></p><p><em>Bloody runt,</em> Olgar thought,<em> this’ll be interestin’. </em> The halfling was out of earshot, but talked, waved, and gestured to the old men, who were at first animated, then shook their heads. The halfling looked about, crestfallen.</p><p></p><p>Then the largest human Olgar had ever seen walked up to the group of old men and the halfling. He was half again and more Olgar’s height, dressed in green and brown leathers. The man had a short beard, and wild, long hair tied back in a ponytail. A few small pouches were tied about his mid section with bits of leather thong and braided grasses. What caught Olgar’s attention the most, though, was the largest axe he had ever seen, double bladed and long hafted, which was strapped to the man’s back.</p><p></p><p><em>Barbarian tribesman,</em> he thought,<em> likely good in a fight. Axe’ll be dwarven craftsmanship, ‘er I’m a bloody peck.</em></p><p></p><p>The tall man bargained with the old men for a bit, motioning to himself and the halfling. The old men looked dubious, but finally one of them nodded and went back into the town hall, returning with a small sack that he handed to the barbarian. The barbarian and halfling shook hands with the men, who seemed much calmed, and then walked away to stand by the fountain.</p><p></p><p>The bag looked to have a familiar weight and shaped to it. Olgar’s suspicions were confirmed when the barbarian opened it and began handing coin to the halfling.</p><p></p><p><em>Gold,</em> Olgar’s eyes gleamed greedily. <em>I’ve got t’ get me some o’ tha’ action!</em> He walked up to the barbarian and his midget sidekick.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 251115, member: 5868"] [b]Chapter 1 - Aurora Falls[/b] CHAPTER ONE: AURORA FALLS “Whoa,” the teamster shouted to his horses, bringing the wagon, with the long line of the caravan behind it, to a stop. “We’re here.” He motioned to the short figure off to the flank and rear of the wagon, waving it forward. Olgar Shiverstone stumped forward to meet the carter at the lead wagon. “Aye, we’re here. But by Kraig, I ha’nt a clue where here be!” He looked up at the carter, who was still seated on the wagon bench. Olgar was footsore from miles of stumping along at his best pace behind the wagon, and his shoulders ached from the weight of his armor, weapons, and pack. “We’ve reached Aurora Falls, safely I might add,” the carter said looking down at the dwarf. “Here’s your pay. We’ll be returning to the capital in a week’s time, if you want to sign on again.” The man tossed a small pouch to Olgar, clicked to his team, and the caravan moved slowly into the small town. “Not bloody likely,” Olgar shouted back. “A pox on yer stinkin’ caravan! I’ll be wantin’ more fightin’ and less walkin’ next time.” The wagon was disappearing around a corner. “Aye,” the dwarf said to himself, “might be sumat better offers here, I hopes. Safe caravan, my bloomin’ arse! No danger pay, an’ nary a good fight th’ whole trip.” He shook the dust out of his kilt and brushed off his scale mail. [i]No sense waitin’ around here, might as well explore and see what this hole offers. Kraig’ll be getting’ testy.[/i] Olgar shifted his shoulders, settling Stonecleaver in the sheath slung across his back, and walked into the outskirts of Aurora Falls. It was a small town, located in the flats of eastern Zodicia. The houses were small, snug, and flat roofed. A great many were set up on short stilts. There was no plan to the town, mostly just a couple of houses sprung up about a crossroads. There was a tang of fetid, rank water in the air. [i] A bloody swamp![/i] Olgar thought.[i] I shipped to a bloody swamp! Da’ would be a mite disappointed. This’s no place fer any self-respectin’ Shiverstone lad to be. Not likely much masonry or stonecuttin’ here.[/i] In fact, most of the buildings in the town were timbered. Olgar noted one or two built of stone, resting on stone foundations. Shoddy work, that. he thought. He was just about to examine some of the work more closely when the ring of a hammer on anvil caught his ear. [i]Well, tha’s more like it! A’ least where there be a smithy, there be weapons, a perhaps a bit o’ work t’ be found![/i] Following the sounds of hammer falls, Olgar soon arrived at the town square. A large, multi-storied building fronted one side of the square – the town hall, obviously. Another large structure, from which the smell of food and ale gentle wafted sat opposite the town hall. A small fountain sat under some trees in the center of the square. The tapping sound was coming from a bit further on. Olgar stumped on across the square. A group of old men, dressed in worn smocks and dirtied boots, milled about the entrance to the town hall. Something had obviously agitated them. “Crickey, a dwarf in a dress!” one of the men guffawed, pointing Olgar out to his fellows. Olgar had to respond. “Wha’s yer problem, never seen a dwarf before?” “Not one as ugly as you!” came the reply. “Well, I ain’t near so ugly as wha sired you!” Olgar responded. [i]Bunch a’ ignorant ha’seeds![/i] Shocked, the man turned to his fellows, muttering. Olgar returned to stumping across the square. He noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned. A small figure – a halfling, dressed in darkly dyed leather, and a dark cloak, with a small bow slung over one shoulder, was scampering up to the old men. [i]Bloody runt,[/i] Olgar thought,[i] this’ll be interestin’. [/i] The halfling was out of earshot, but talked, waved, and gestured to the old men, who were at first animated, then shook their heads. The halfling looked about, crestfallen. Then the largest human Olgar had ever seen walked up to the group of old men and the halfling. He was half again and more Olgar’s height, dressed in green and brown leathers. The man had a short beard, and wild, long hair tied back in a ponytail. A few small pouches were tied about his mid section with bits of leather thong and braided grasses. What caught Olgar’s attention the most, though, was the largest axe he had ever seen, double bladed and long hafted, which was strapped to the man’s back. [i]Barbarian tribesman,[/i] he thought,[i] likely good in a fight. Axe’ll be dwarven craftsmanship, ‘er I’m a bloody peck.[/i] The tall man bargained with the old men for a bit, motioning to himself and the halfling. The old men looked dubious, but finally one of them nodded and went back into the town hall, returning with a small sack that he handed to the barbarian. The barbarian and halfling shook hands with the men, who seemed much calmed, and then walked away to stand by the fountain. The bag looked to have a familiar weight and shaped to it. Olgar’s suspicions were confirmed when the barbarian opened it and began handing coin to the halfling. [i]Gold,[/i] Olgar’s eyes gleamed greedily. [i]I’ve got t’ get me some o’ tha’ action![/i] He walked up to the barbarian and his midget sidekick. [/QUOTE]
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