Forged Fury
First Post
When Brue picked up the maul, a slight thrum of power flowed through her. Clearly, the weapon was magical in some way. Inspecting it closer, she noted the maul appeared to have been chiseled and polished from a single piece of stone, likely granite given the heft and color. In place of a leather handgrip, the stone had been carefully pocked and hatched, the fine edges creating a sturdy grip.
Admiring the weapon, she reluctantly set it aside to pick up the scroll case. In the background she could hear her companions speaking to the injured elf. Flipping open the case, she noticed a scroll resting within the container. At the sight of the fine script and illuminated images in the margins, a barrage of memories flashed through her mind: her bowing before an elf seated on a throne, a group of elves as well as the genasi seated around a naturally grown wooden table, and finally a slight hand signing a document, rolling it up, and handing it to her. Shaking her head cleared the images, but she was certain the scroll in her hand was the treaty signed by the elves of the Wealdath.
As Lorenzo relayed the score to the elf, the frightened man cringed even deeper. "But there were more than three of them!" Trying to calm himself, he continued, "Thanks for rescuing me before I was eaten, but can we please leave before the ogres come back and get back to Port Kir?"
Admiring the weapon, she reluctantly set it aside to pick up the scroll case. In the background she could hear her companions speaking to the injured elf. Flipping open the case, she noticed a scroll resting within the container. At the sight of the fine script and illuminated images in the margins, a barrage of memories flashed through her mind: her bowing before an elf seated on a throne, a group of elves as well as the genasi seated around a naturally grown wooden table, and finally a slight hand signing a document, rolling it up, and handing it to her. Shaking her head cleared the images, but she was certain the scroll in her hand was the treaty signed by the elves of the Wealdath.
As Lorenzo relayed the score to the elf, the frightened man cringed even deeper. "But there were more than three of them!" Trying to calm himself, he continued, "Thanks for rescuing me before I was eaten, but can we please leave before the ogres come back and get back to Port Kir?"