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<blockquote data-quote="Medriev" data-source="post: 4495337" data-attributes="member: 21864"><p><strong>Chapter 5 - Bonds of Blood (Part 1)</strong></p><p></p><p>Three dwarves and two dragonborn walked solemnly through Winterhaven’s gate under the pale sunlight of the winter evening with the setting sun in their faces but they paid the glare no mind. They had come a long way to bury a friend and they cared only for the grim task ahead, though the sun sinking slowly behind the mountain called Helyr in the tongue of the dwarves who came to the small village in the Thunder Peaks.</p><p></p><p>They were led by a dwarf who looked grim even for this grim looking dwarf. A scar crossed his left eye and his hair was black as night. His beard was long, as dwarven beards often were, and forked in two at about the breastbone. Each fork was bound by several iron rings at its end and all had been made from the swords of defeated rivals. Beside the black haired dwarf walked a dwarf maid, a stern woman of plain features and long blonde hair that hung in braids down her back. She was clad in dark blue robes over a leather jerkin and pale blue breeches and at her belt hung a rune-carved hammer. Behind them walked another male dwarf with white blonde hair and a long, straight beard. At his belt he wore a warhammer and his armour was of deer hide trimmed with fur. A crossbow was on his back and a small quiver of bolts hung on his belt opposite the hammer.</p><p></p><p>Behind the dwarves came the two dragonborn. Both were dark scaled as Erlmoor was but one had a long horn like crest that resembled long, flowing hair and the other had a shorter crest. The long crested female wore a leather jerking and breeches, had a huge morningstar at her belt and a crossbow strapped to her back. She had dark eyes and a fierce look on her face. The male, meanwhile was clothed in a fur trimmed, hide jerking, a long, fur trimmed cloak and deerskin trousers. At each hip hung a longsword and over one shoulder was a short hunting bow. A quiver hung on the other shoulder and his pale eyes darted back and forth.</p><p></p><p>Mandratan stepped forward to introduce himself but even as he did so, a man, bloodied and wounded pushed past the dwarves and the dragonborn and sank to his knees just inside Winterhaven’s gates. The male dragonborn rushed to his side and began checking his wounds.</p><p></p><p>“Kobolds are attacking our wagons,” the man gasped then. “Just down on the East Way. We need help.”</p><p>“You lot there,” came a voice from behind Mandratan. The wizard turned and, looking over his shoulder, he saw the dark haired and bearded Lord Padraig striding down the street past the inn. “Will you go forth and search for survivors and rescue them if need be.” All could see that he was gesturing to Mandratan, the dwarves and the dragonborn.</p><p>“We are here to bury a kinsman of our friend here, “spoke up the female dragonborn who was called Dau Dolviir. “We have no interest in hunting kobolds.”</p><p>“I could banish you from here if you choose not to help us,” answered Lord Padraig. “What of you wizard?”</p><p>“There is no need for banishment, Lord Padraig,” said Mandratan, turning to the dwarves and dragonborn. “You have to go after the kobolds. They have Erlmoor and the others.”</p><p></p><p>Dau’s eyes grew stern then and she reached for the wand at her belt. She made to draw it but Lord Padraig raised his hand.</p><p>“Save it for the kobolds, dragonborn,” said the Lord and he turned away from the gate, heading back through the village to his hall.</p><p></p><p>Dau turned away, furious as much at Lord Padraig’s treatment of her as the news that her brother was a prisoner.</p><p>“I know where the kobolds lair,” said Mandratan. “I can take you to them once we deal with these raiders.”</p><p></p><p>The stern dwarf maid, Gila Goldfriend, sister of Deloak, turned away after Dau but the other dragonborn, who was called Audin and was Erlmoor’s brother, paused.</p><p>“How come you survived and weren’t taken, wizard?” he asked Mandratan. Dau stopped and turned back, interested in the answer. The other two dwarves, scarred Falain and blonde haired Belrin, waited to see what would happen here.</p><p>“I fell and was thought dead,” said Mandratan. “But Erlmoor’s prayers saved me from death and allowed me to escape unnoticed. I could not save them without aid. There were too many.”</p><p></p><p>Audin turned away seemingly satisfied as did Dau, after fixing Mandratan with a piercing stair. Falain and Belrin shrugged and joined them and Mandratan hurried after them The kobolds who refused to be beaten awaited them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Medriev, post: 4495337, member: 21864"] [b]Chapter 5 - Bonds of Blood (Part 1)[/b] Three dwarves and two dragonborn walked solemnly through Winterhaven’s gate under the pale sunlight of the winter evening with the setting sun in their faces but they paid the glare no mind. They had come a long way to bury a friend and they cared only for the grim task ahead, though the sun sinking slowly behind the mountain called Helyr in the tongue of the dwarves who came to the small village in the Thunder Peaks. They were led by a dwarf who looked grim even for this grim looking dwarf. A scar crossed his left eye and his hair was black as night. His beard was long, as dwarven beards often were, and forked in two at about the breastbone. Each fork was bound by several iron rings at its end and all had been made from the swords of defeated rivals. Beside the black haired dwarf walked a dwarf maid, a stern woman of plain features and long blonde hair that hung in braids down her back. She was clad in dark blue robes over a leather jerkin and pale blue breeches and at her belt hung a rune-carved hammer. Behind them walked another male dwarf with white blonde hair and a long, straight beard. At his belt he wore a warhammer and his armour was of deer hide trimmed with fur. A crossbow was on his back and a small quiver of bolts hung on his belt opposite the hammer. Behind the dwarves came the two dragonborn. Both were dark scaled as Erlmoor was but one had a long horn like crest that resembled long, flowing hair and the other had a shorter crest. The long crested female wore a leather jerking and breeches, had a huge morningstar at her belt and a crossbow strapped to her back. She had dark eyes and a fierce look on her face. The male, meanwhile was clothed in a fur trimmed, hide jerking, a long, fur trimmed cloak and deerskin trousers. At each hip hung a longsword and over one shoulder was a short hunting bow. A quiver hung on the other shoulder and his pale eyes darted back and forth. Mandratan stepped forward to introduce himself but even as he did so, a man, bloodied and wounded pushed past the dwarves and the dragonborn and sank to his knees just inside Winterhaven’s gates. The male dragonborn rushed to his side and began checking his wounds. “Kobolds are attacking our wagons,” the man gasped then. “Just down on the East Way. We need help.” “You lot there,” came a voice from behind Mandratan. The wizard turned and, looking over his shoulder, he saw the dark haired and bearded Lord Padraig striding down the street past the inn. “Will you go forth and search for survivors and rescue them if need be.” All could see that he was gesturing to Mandratan, the dwarves and the dragonborn. “We are here to bury a kinsman of our friend here, “spoke up the female dragonborn who was called Dau Dolviir. “We have no interest in hunting kobolds.” “I could banish you from here if you choose not to help us,” answered Lord Padraig. “What of you wizard?” “There is no need for banishment, Lord Padraig,” said Mandratan, turning to the dwarves and dragonborn. “You have to go after the kobolds. They have Erlmoor and the others.” Dau’s eyes grew stern then and she reached for the wand at her belt. She made to draw it but Lord Padraig raised his hand. “Save it for the kobolds, dragonborn,” said the Lord and he turned away from the gate, heading back through the village to his hall. Dau turned away, furious as much at Lord Padraig’s treatment of her as the news that her brother was a prisoner. “I know where the kobolds lair,” said Mandratan. “I can take you to them once we deal with these raiders.” The stern dwarf maid, Gila Goldfriend, sister of Deloak, turned away after Dau but the other dragonborn, who was called Audin and was Erlmoor’s brother, paused. “How come you survived and weren’t taken, wizard?” he asked Mandratan. Dau stopped and turned back, interested in the answer. The other two dwarves, scarred Falain and blonde haired Belrin, waited to see what would happen here. “I fell and was thought dead,” said Mandratan. “But Erlmoor’s prayers saved me from death and allowed me to escape unnoticed. I could not save them without aid. There were too many.” Audin turned away seemingly satisfied as did Dau, after fixing Mandratan with a piercing stair. Falain and Belrin shrugged and joined them and Mandratan hurried after them The kobolds who refused to be beaten awaited them. [/QUOTE]
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