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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sen Udo-Mal" data-source="post: 728554" data-attributes="member: 1750">Wandering down a lonely road, a grumbling dwarf slowly approached the bent tree that marked the northern boarder for the pastors for Solace. Five years, and am sure them manlings have messed everything up. More likely then not there wont be a smith for a hundred leagues, horse waken about without proper shoes, iron rushing in the streets instead of made into something useful… humph, no respect for the proper order of things at all… well can't worry about that.He stops for a few minutes and pulls out a clay pipe, and packs it with some good tobac, still lost in thought. Humph, be good to see the lad again. I am sure he growen up good. To bad he an't got a beard but, no bodies perfect. Humph, might have to deal with that Takhisis dammed Kender again also… hmm unless he got his stupid throat stretch taken what don't belong to him. Serves him right, if you ask me…"Flint continues on his journey toward Solace, looking forward to seeing old friends (yes even that blasted Kender!) and finding a bit of rest at the Inn of Last Homes. These last five years have been frustrating and fruitlessss Bha… gods, as if they were any left, would they care about the doings of such a sad lot of races? Nay, we be better off with good steel and not a lot of worthless knee bending to some unseen, unfeelin specters. Five years a wasted is what I think, searching for a holy man and a way to avenge the wrongs done to my people. I failed them all… and the doors of Thorbardin are lost, to much as changed. Curses on the mountain dwarves and their vile gully dwarf cousins!</blockquote>

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