The Ancient Paths - Path II

[Verbatim]

[sblock=dwarven]"Aye, brother. I dunno where ya be from, or how ya got 'ere, but I be Dowkan. And I dunno what this place be called. Only that we have work to do 'ere."[/sblock]

Understanding the concept of keeping his troops focused on the task at hand, or perhaps wishing to keep whatever Hall this was a secret from the others for the time being, Rygus nodded his head in understanding.

Watching as with the thin human began chanting, Rygus did not relax his guard until the man began picking up some of the items from the fallen bodies.

~Then he is the dwarf's weaver, but what is the girl to him?~

Dowkan moves across to check on the fragile Sabriel. "How ya farin' lass?" he asks in his typical gruff tone. "You don't look like ya be walkin' anywhere soon now. Not with a leg like that!"

~He treats her as a child, as no dwarven shieldmaid would allow herself to be told what she could and could not do. Perhaps she is his jilly...~

Repressing that dark thought as quickly as it came, Rygus listened to the folly in her teacher's theories.

~Trust that no arrow can find weakness in your armor and treat the archers like the craven currs they are. As for the forsaken, kill them quickly and without remorse, as their souls have lost both the Stone and Fire.~

When Dowkan looked up from, whatever she was, Rygus spoke again.

[sblock=dwarven]"I am Rygus of Mithral Hall, loyal defender and priest of the King."[/sblock]

 

[kirinke]

ooc:
Ok, who healed Sabriel?

IC:
Once she was healed, she thanked whoever waved the wand so to speak and turned her attention to the others. "Those kobolds were making camp down there and we should probably go investigate it. We might find something that can tell us who is behind these attacks on Silverdown. Other than those weird holy symbols there, that is"

 

[Legildur]

"A priest heh?" Dowkan raises an eyebrow both questioningly and appreciatively to Rygus. "Well then, come on, we gots to be finding Hrolf," he adds and starts down the way the kobolds came from with no further explanation.

 

[Verbatim]

[sblock=OOC]I am assuming you did, as I know Rygus didn't. [/sblock]

[sblock=Dwarven]"I will follow your path until Grumbar tells me otherwise, but I do not know of any Hrolfs."[/sblock]

As the human weaver seperated the items from their former owners, Rygus gathered up the small coin gems and placed them in his pouch. Although Grumbar answered his prayers, Rygus knew that a sacrifice would have to be made for those not clan and kin. He would have prefered the diamond, but for now these would have to do.

Glancing down at the lightly armored form of Dowkan's follower, he nudged the runed buckler towards her with his boot. If she was not clever enough to realize the weaver seperated them for a reason, then perhaps she was nothing more than a jilly.

Once she either caught on or left it there for the tunnel rats to reclaim, Rygus followed behind Dowkan, his heavy armor doing little to mask his presence.

 

[Legildur]

[sblock=dwarven]"Hrolf be a clansman anna priest like yaself," Dowkan replies as he steps off.[/sblock]

 

[kirinke]

Sabriel snorted and took the jeweled buckler, placing it in her back-pack and caught up with the newcomer. "Don't worry sir priest, I'm young, but I know better than to use anything with runes on it, leastways not until it's been properly identified as harmless. Especially since it belonged to that," she pointed at the dead dark dwarf and grimanced.

"You're probably pretty disoriented aren't you?" she asked. "We're not far from Silverdown, in the Silver Marches." she added. "If that helps any."

 

[Verbatim]

Sabriel snorted and took the jeweled buckler, placing it in her back-pack and caught up with the newcomer. "Don't worry sir priest, I'm young, but I know better than to use anything with runes on it, leastways not until it's been properly identified as harmless. Especially since it belonged to that," she pointed at the dead dark dwarf and grimanced.

Shrugging his shoulders at the woman choosing to ignore the protection offered to her, Rygus did not want to waste time explaining that dwarves would not waste time placing wards on armor that prevented them from being exchanged during combat. Although the Forsaken had lost many things when they turned from both Grumbar and Moradin, common sense was not one of the items. It is what made fighting them a dangerous task.

~Now the drow...they are far too crafty for their own good.~

"You're probably pretty disoriented aren't you?" she asked. "We're not far from Silverdown, in the Silver Marches." she added. "If that helps any."

~Depending on where this Silverdown is, we may not be far from Mithril Hall at all. I warn them of the gate, lest others find a way to use it to move enemies into the Hall.~

[sblock=Dwarven to Dowkan]"At least we are not far from Mithril Hall and perhaps Hrolf was pulled into the mists that brought me from there. Although Grumbar frowns on any travel that does not keep us firmly on the ground."[/sblock]

 

[Legildur]

Dowkan simultaneously shrugs his shoulders and nods his head to Rygus' comment.

 

[Majin]

Nae'talis quietly pocketed the diamond, upon realizing it was magical. He turned as he stood up to regard the new dwarven companion. More and more were turning up and none of them were Belgal. The frequent dramatic loss of people near him was beginning to bring back memories of the Thayan's childhood, though he quickly pushed down any troublesome thoughts.

He concentrated instead on what the two dwarves must have thought was a private conversation and spoke up in their own gutteral language, one he did not care to usually use, but was necessary on occasion when it came to Belgal.

[sblock=Dwarven]"A simple explanation from what may or may not be a simple mind. I can assure you it was more complicated than that."[/sblock]

 

[Verbatim]

[sblock=Dwarven]"A simple explanation from what may or may not be a simple mind. I can assure you it was more complicated than that."[/sblock]

Rygus' step faltered for a moment as the True tongue as chopped out of the weaver's mouth. Although many of the races could claim they spoke the True speech, only dwarves were truly able to speak the True speech.

Glancing back over his shoulder, Rygus' voice was flat and hard.

[sblock=Dwarven]"He is gone. I am here. I may not be a weaver, but I know one does equal one."[/sblock]

Although complex thought had never truly been Rygus' strength, thus far keeping his life simple had kept him alive and he would not be unstoned by the self importance weavers, especially a human weaver at that, thought of themselves.