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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lars Frehse" data-source="post: 234846" data-attributes="member: 1674">Chapter 5- part 3After parlaying with the commander of the outpost, the dwarves opened the gate, and two dwarven warrior escorted them along a rocky path towards the halls of Burok Torn. Once inside the citadel, the heroes had the opportunity to behold the marvels of the dwarven city state- the 700 feet cascade being one of them.One of the dwarven warriors now turned to him. His name was Tarek Borthammer and he was a rather young dwarf who so far had merely escorted them, answering their questions politely but with short and clipped sentences: “Good sirs. I would be honored if you would allow me to invite you to my family’s stronghold while you are staying here in Burok Torn. My father is a scholar who is interested in the world outside and the tales of travellers, and since you are stout warriors from our ally Durrover, some of you serving Corean none the less, we would all love to have you as our guest of honor.”.Gratefully, they accepted, and Tarek lead them to a place at one of the great walls of the great hall, where he gently levitated upwards. Following in the dwarf’s footsteps, they followed him until they had reached a balcony where their ascent stopped and they were able to enter the stronghold.Once inside, they were eyed curiously by other clan members and soon surrounded by  dwarven children, who were delighted to see such unusual creatures. The adventurers and their animals were after all the strangest sight of their young lives. Tarek lead them to two rooms that were connected by a door and told them to wait here while he announced their presence to his father.The next day, they spent sightseeing, and in the evening, Varus Borthammer, rune master and elder of the Borthammer family, sat down for a lavish dinner with them. He was an old dwarf with wrinkles around his mouth and his eyes which made his face look as if this dwarf had smiled and laughed most of his life, so that the happiness was forever etched into his face.”Welcome! Sit down, eat, drink and be merry, and while we will stuff ourselves, tell me about your travels.”.Feeling at ease and comfortable, the heroes told him about their adventures so far, and the dwarf listened, commenting every now and then when he considered something to be truly remarkable.When they had described the Sagons to him, he explained:” Ah, Sagons! There used to be some of their clans in the proximity of Burok Torn, once, too, but I think we have succeeded in wiping them out…“I think they had a civilization, once before their master, whichever titan it was, fell. Ever since, they have decayed, though. Another theory, brought forward by Yugman the sage, is that they are some sort of Demon Spawn. Oh, but I didn’t want to interrupt you. Please carry on!”.So, they went on to describe the strange underground structure they had found and the encounter with the fearsome shadow.“Sounds like the Slarecians to me”, Varus explained.None of them knew about the Slarecians, and they asked Varus to elaborate.Now the dwarf smiled broadly, lit up a pipe and leaned back in his chair:” Ahhh… So you want to know about Slarecians…“You know, I am a bit of a scholar myself. No Yugman, but on some fields I am rather knowledgeable. Still, there is more we don’t know about the Slarecians then what we know about them.“The slarecians were wiped out by the titans and the gods before the divine war. It is unknown today what they had done to deserve getting wiped out by such a powerful alliance, but the fact is that they seem extinct.“They lived in subterrean structures and seemed to be obsessed with death. Whether they were benign doctors or dark necromancers is unknown as well. Their writing is undecipherable, and there are only very few texts which don’t defy even magical means of translation.Once, when I was still a young wizard, I ventured forward with a human friend of mine, and we explored some slarecian ruins. There, after struggling with ghouls, gargoyles and shadows of the kind you have described, we discovered a tome, which was written in a way, that we were actually able to translate it. It was supposed to give it’s student power over life and death, and it was called “The power of death”.Now Torn was all ears. That was the book his father had told him about all those years ago:” What has happened to it?”.“Oh, my human friend, Silian of Mullistown, took it with him. Then, some 40 years ago, it was stolen from him. From what Silian wrote me, the thief must have been great at his profession, since both mundane and magical means protected the book.”Now Torn had to surpress a proud smile. Although he had never met his grandfather, he felt pride at a tradition of formidable rogues.For the rest of the evening, they talked, and they stayed two more weeks in Burok Torn, since they decided to sell one of the magical blade, and among other things, purchase a plate mail for the paladin with the money gained from the transaction.Then, after promising the Borthammers to come for another visit one of these days, they set of northwards, towards Adurn’s tear.Coming up next- The serpent amphora</blockquote>

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