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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 251340" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p><strong>Chpt 1, cont.</strong></p><p></p><p>“Aye, I donna wha’ sort a’ deal ya’ cut with them ha’seeds, yer tallness,” Olgar began respectfully, “but if ye hired on fer a job wi’ them, an’ there’s fightin’ involved, ye’ll do a durn sight better wi’ me than wi’ tha’ runt there. Wha’ ye say, hire a real fighter, one’ll do Kraig glory an all?”</p><p></p><p>“Who you calling a runt?” the halfling squeaked.</p><p></p><p>“You, peck, “ Olgar retorted. “Now get b’for ye gets stepped on by yer betters. Wha’ ye say, tall man?”</p><p></p><p>“The deal was for the short one and I,” the tall man replied. “Don’t need any help, thanks, shorty.”</p><p></p><p>The halfling smirked. It was all Olgar could do to keep from wiping the smirk off his face with a swipe of Stonecleaver. <em>If’n there’s more where that came from – no fool pays in advance! – we may just ha’ a better deal. An’ no peck is getting’ the better o’ a dwarf!</em></p><p></p><p>Olgar put on his best wheedlin’ look. “Since I bet’s there’s more gold a’ coming, I’ll make ye a special offer. Ye can have me services, bargain rate, fer a share o’ the loot gained, an’ the second payment.”</p><p></p><p>The tall man considered. “For a share of loot gained, we can take on some additional help.” He waved away the halfling’s indignation. “Provided you prove your worth.”</p><p></p><p>“Worry not about me worth,” Olgar replied, “all glory to Kraig for the damaged I ‘kin do. Ain’t ye never heard o’ th’ Shiverstone clan? Ye’ll get more from me than th’ runt here!”</p><p></p><p>“Expert-treasure hunter!” the runt insisted, “And my name’s Belarn!”</p><p></p><p>“Yer name’s runt,” Olgar replied, “an’ will be until ye proves yerself worthy o’ a name. Let’s see ye filch this ‘ere sword off me back, expert treasure-hunter!” </p><p></p><p>The halfling stepped back. “On second thought, I’ll stick to finding some gold and gems. You’ll see.”</p><p></p><p>Olgar turned back to the barbarian. “I’m Olgar Shiverstone, sword-swinger fer the greater glory o’ Kraig. So wha’s the job, now?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m Wodyn Bearclaw,” the tall man replied. “Those were the village elders. Seems one of their fellow farmers has gone missing, a month or more now, and they’ve hired us to go find him.”</p><p></p><p>“An’ did they tells ye anything else about him? Or where is home is, or family?” Olgar asked. <em>I ain’ a missin’ person locater.</em></p><p></p><p>“No.” the tall man responded. Bloody idiot, Olgar thought. All brawn, no brains.</p><p></p><p>“I’ve got the answer to that,” came a voice from behind them, “but I’ll want a piece of the pay to give it to you. And I’m coming along!”</p><p></p><p>Olgar turned. Standing behind him was a second dwarf, bareheaded and –handed, robed, but with a crossbow slung at one side. <em>Ah, tha’s more like it! A kinsman, ‘n not a runt. A bit tall, though. </em> The dwarf towered over Olgar by three whole inches.</p><p></p><p>“Olgar Shiverstone’s me name.” Olgar offered. “Clan Shiverstone, of late of northe’n Figaro. Wha’ d’ ye know ‘bout th’ missin’ ha’seed?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m Alton Stonemarrow. Stonemarrow clan, southern Figaro,” the newcomer replied. “I was just in talking to the mayor. The farmer has been missing about a month, as has his family. His house is about a mile out of town. I’ve got directions.”</p><p></p><p>“Ah, Stonemarrow. I heard o’ ye. Good family ‘n all. I says yer in.” Olgar looked at Wodyn, then glared at the runt. “Le’s be off. Fin’ th’ farmer ‘n be back fer th’ reward by supper.”</p><p></p><p>Wodyn and Belarn picked up their assorted bundles, and the group began walking toward the outskirts of town. As they walked, Olgar chatted with Alton, until he noticed movement inside Alton’s tunic.</p><p></p><p>“Wha’s tha’, man! Ye’ve got vermin!” Olgar yelled, stopping and preparing to tackle the other dwarf.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, these’re just my friends, “Alton smiled. A ferret poked its head up out of Alton’s cloak hood, followed by three more. “Say hi.”</p><p></p><p>“Yer daft, man, keepin’ w’ bloody ferrets!” Olgar shook his head. <em>Some kin’ o’ bloody animal lovin’ pansy. Wha’s the world comin’ t’? This jobs onna cash ‘n carry basis, now. Praise Kraig, an’ I’ll be spittin’ me some ferret if’n the opportunity presents itself.</em></p><p></p><p>Olgar put a little distance between himself and Alton, and the group walked onward, with Belarn and Wodyn trailing. Just outside of town, Wodyn gave a shrill whistle. A giant stag, with at least nine-pointed antlers, burst from the woods.</p><p></p><p>“Stan’ back, we’ll be eatin’ well tonight!” Olgar shouted, grabbing for his crossbow and hastily loading a quarrel. Wodyn slapped the crossbow down, and before Olgar could protest he noticed the saddle and bags on the creature’s back.</p><p></p><p>Wodyn pulled himself up on the stag’s back, and kicked the creature into motion, waving at the others to follow. <em>Another bloomin’ critter lover. Kraig, ye better be lookin’ the other way a’ the moment. Yer servant ain’ coverin’ himself in glory wi’ this bunch. </em></p><p></p><p>“I ain’ ridin’ no bloody deer!” Olgar protested. “Them’s fer eatin, not ridin’!”</p><p></p><p>“Walk, then,” Wodyn replied with a grin,”but don’t think of harming my friend here, or you’ll answer to me.” The steel in his tone was unmistakable.</p><p></p><p>“Aye, have it yer way,” Olgar replied, “like as t’ give me indigestion.”</p><p></p><p>The group walked onward, over a slight rise, though some trees, and out of sight of the town. They came to a farmstead. From the edge of the fields, they could see rows of unharvested pumpkins, a rag-tag scarecrow standing in the middle of them.</p><p></p><p>“This is it,” Alton said, waving at the path that led up to the farmhouse door.</p><p></p><p>“A bloody pumpkin farmer? The reward ha’ better be worth it, barbarian. Ye don’ sen’ a Shiverstone t’ fin’ a bloody pumpkin farmer!” Olgar spit in disgust. <em>Kraig, if’n ye sees fit t’ smite yer humble servant, I’s a’ not be blamin’ ye.</em> “Aye, then, le’s get it o’er with.”</p><p></p><p>Olgar and Alton led the way up to the farmhouse door. The halfling trailed them, and Wodyn tarried behind to send his wild steed back off into the woods. Olgar was trying to figure out how to turn the ignominy of the situation to his benefit when the ground dropped out from under him.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 251340, member: 5868"] [b]Chpt 1, cont.[/b] “Aye, I donna wha’ sort a’ deal ya’ cut with them ha’seeds, yer tallness,” Olgar began respectfully, “but if ye hired on fer a job wi’ them, an’ there’s fightin’ involved, ye’ll do a durn sight better wi’ me than wi’ tha’ runt there. Wha’ ye say, hire a real fighter, one’ll do Kraig glory an all?” “Who you calling a runt?” the halfling squeaked. “You, peck, “ Olgar retorted. “Now get b’for ye gets stepped on by yer betters. Wha’ ye say, tall man?” “The deal was for the short one and I,” the tall man replied. “Don’t need any help, thanks, shorty.” The halfling smirked. It was all Olgar could do to keep from wiping the smirk off his face with a swipe of Stonecleaver. [i]If’n there’s more where that came from – no fool pays in advance! – we may just ha’ a better deal. An’ no peck is getting’ the better o’ a dwarf![/i] Olgar put on his best wheedlin’ look. “Since I bet’s there’s more gold a’ coming, I’ll make ye a special offer. Ye can have me services, bargain rate, fer a share o’ the loot gained, an’ the second payment.” The tall man considered. “For a share of loot gained, we can take on some additional help.” He waved away the halfling’s indignation. “Provided you prove your worth.” “Worry not about me worth,” Olgar replied, “all glory to Kraig for the damaged I ‘kin do. Ain’t ye never heard o’ th’ Shiverstone clan? Ye’ll get more from me than th’ runt here!” “Expert-treasure hunter!” the runt insisted, “And my name’s Belarn!” “Yer name’s runt,” Olgar replied, “an’ will be until ye proves yerself worthy o’ a name. Let’s see ye filch this ‘ere sword off me back, expert treasure-hunter!” The halfling stepped back. “On second thought, I’ll stick to finding some gold and gems. You’ll see.” Olgar turned back to the barbarian. “I’m Olgar Shiverstone, sword-swinger fer the greater glory o’ Kraig. So wha’s the job, now?” “I’m Wodyn Bearclaw,” the tall man replied. “Those were the village elders. Seems one of their fellow farmers has gone missing, a month or more now, and they’ve hired us to go find him.” “An’ did they tells ye anything else about him? Or where is home is, or family?” Olgar asked. [i]I ain’ a missin’ person locater.[/i] “No.” the tall man responded. Bloody idiot, Olgar thought. All brawn, no brains. “I’ve got the answer to that,” came a voice from behind them, “but I’ll want a piece of the pay to give it to you. And I’m coming along!” Olgar turned. Standing behind him was a second dwarf, bareheaded and –handed, robed, but with a crossbow slung at one side. [i]Ah, tha’s more like it! A kinsman, ‘n not a runt. A bit tall, though. [/i] The dwarf towered over Olgar by three whole inches. “Olgar Shiverstone’s me name.” Olgar offered. “Clan Shiverstone, of late of northe’n Figaro. Wha’ d’ ye know ‘bout th’ missin’ ha’seed?” “I’m Alton Stonemarrow. Stonemarrow clan, southern Figaro,” the newcomer replied. “I was just in talking to the mayor. The farmer has been missing about a month, as has his family. His house is about a mile out of town. I’ve got directions.” “Ah, Stonemarrow. I heard o’ ye. Good family ‘n all. I says yer in.” Olgar looked at Wodyn, then glared at the runt. “Le’s be off. Fin’ th’ farmer ‘n be back fer th’ reward by supper.” Wodyn and Belarn picked up their assorted bundles, and the group began walking toward the outskirts of town. As they walked, Olgar chatted with Alton, until he noticed movement inside Alton’s tunic. “Wha’s tha’, man! Ye’ve got vermin!” Olgar yelled, stopping and preparing to tackle the other dwarf. “Oh, these’re just my friends, “Alton smiled. A ferret poked its head up out of Alton’s cloak hood, followed by three more. “Say hi.” “Yer daft, man, keepin’ w’ bloody ferrets!” Olgar shook his head. [i]Some kin’ o’ bloody animal lovin’ pansy. Wha’s the world comin’ t’? This jobs onna cash ‘n carry basis, now. Praise Kraig, an’ I’ll be spittin’ me some ferret if’n the opportunity presents itself.[/i] Olgar put a little distance between himself and Alton, and the group walked onward, with Belarn and Wodyn trailing. Just outside of town, Wodyn gave a shrill whistle. A giant stag, with at least nine-pointed antlers, burst from the woods. “Stan’ back, we’ll be eatin’ well tonight!” Olgar shouted, grabbing for his crossbow and hastily loading a quarrel. Wodyn slapped the crossbow down, and before Olgar could protest he noticed the saddle and bags on the creature’s back. Wodyn pulled himself up on the stag’s back, and kicked the creature into motion, waving at the others to follow. [i]Another bloomin’ critter lover. Kraig, ye better be lookin’ the other way a’ the moment. Yer servant ain’ coverin’ himself in glory wi’ this bunch. [/i] “I ain’ ridin’ no bloody deer!” Olgar protested. “Them’s fer eatin, not ridin’!” “Walk, then,” Wodyn replied with a grin,”but don’t think of harming my friend here, or you’ll answer to me.” The steel in his tone was unmistakable. “Aye, have it yer way,” Olgar replied, “like as t’ give me indigestion.” The group walked onward, over a slight rise, though some trees, and out of sight of the town. They came to a farmstead. From the edge of the fields, they could see rows of unharvested pumpkins, a rag-tag scarecrow standing in the middle of them. “This is it,” Alton said, waving at the path that led up to the farmhouse door. “A bloody pumpkin farmer? The reward ha’ better be worth it, barbarian. Ye don’ sen’ a Shiverstone t’ fin’ a bloody pumpkin farmer!” Olgar spit in disgust. [i]Kraig, if’n ye sees fit t’ smite yer humble servant, I’s a’ not be blamin’ ye.[/i] “Aye, then, le’s get it o’er with.” Olgar and Alton led the way up to the farmhouse door. The halfling trailed them, and Wodyn tarried behind to send his wild steed back off into the woods. Olgar was trying to figure out how to turn the ignominy of the situation to his benefit when the ground dropped out from under him. [/QUOTE]
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