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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arkyst" data-source="post: 1321544" data-attributes="member: 14820">The Defenders of Tronus – The Quest Must Go On:Morning had come and the group was reluctant to accept the outcome of the previous night.  “Storm was firm in his belief, he told me that he did not want to be brought back,” repeated Azerot.  “No matter how many times you ask, I’ll have the same answer.  Yes I’m upset, but what can we do?  Even if we did have the time to go back to town…we would be directly opposing his wishes.  He died in battle, and that is the way that Storm would have wanted it.”The group was upset but they couldn’t argue the fact that they needed to continue.  They were running out of time.  Twizle hid the carriage in the surrounding foliage along with Storm’s body.  Rayna applied some Oil of Timeliness so that the body would be preserved in the cart and to reduce any foul odors.Azerot lead the party up the trail until they hit an obvious fork in the path.  One of the directions appeared to be far more traveled, and they unanimously determined that it must be where the giant’s had come from.  With some discussion, the Defenders decided to approach the camp and find out if there were any more giants in the area.During the approach, the near dead silence was a clear indication that no Frost giants remained.  Upon entering the campsite, the party was shocked to find giant sized version of ten-pins setup on an adjacent ledge.  A human head appeared to be the ball, with the eyes pushed in for finger holes, and nine legs were setup in a triangle formation.  One of the legs appeared to be half-eaten, and the obvious replacement was an unconscious elf that was bound and gagged.After a little help from Kabod, Azerot had restored the elf to full vigor.  “Well, what luck, what luck,” chimed the elf in a manner that was a bit too chipper for the mourning group.  “My name is Dazreal D’Amberville, but you can call me Daz.”“You see, I just got here last night right after dusk in search of you, the Defenders of Tronus,” continued Daz in a frenzy of words.  “I was chosen to be a Defender, but I was running really late and I never made it to the ceremony or anything.  It was all that I could do to catch up with the party when I got captured by those scary giants.  You don’t mind if I join you, right?”Daz hastily pulled forth a crumpled piece of parchment that had both King Redbrook and Duke Kevrin’s seals, even if they were a starting to flake.  Azerot looked at both Rayna and Twizle who just shrugged.  In the uncomfortable silence Cinder cracked under the pressure, “I’m a gnome!”Daz grinned ear-to-ear and said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”“What harm could he do,” thought Azerot.  He did have official papers and seemed genuinely happy to have been freed.  With his mind at ease, he motioned for the others to search the camp for any possible treasures.“This is just sick,” commented Daz who was now staring at the human head used to bowl down the ten-pins.  “It appears that they have even gone so far as to craft their own trophy.”“That is some trophy alright!”  Twizle hustled over to take a closer look.  “I can’t believe my eyes!  Look here, if you just pull off these wooden slats that they have fashioned about the base, you can see it for what it really is.”Twizle’s hands worked quickly as he spoke.  It wasn’t long before they entire team was able to see that it was really a hammer crafted entirely of gold.“Amazing…A-mazing,” rambled Twizle.  “This hammer belonged to the late Prince Bonidor Stonehelm of the Griffholme Mountains. It was a very rare collaboration since the Dwarves of Goldborough have completely removed themselves from the craft of arms and armor due to the tremendous demand for coin.  Only a handful of times have the dwarves of Goldborough allowed anyone to use their stores of ore to craft such an item.  The Stonehelms are the ruling clan of the Griffholme dwarves, and expert weapon smiths as well.  It is only fitting that they should work together to craft such a fine hammer.”After taking a long breath, Twizle continued.  “If memory serves me correctly, this hammer has the power to turn those struck by it into solid gold.  Of course it takes a master warrior to finesse it, and Bonidor was one of the finest.  Yet he fell in battle during the age of the Orc, long before the Kingdom of Redbrook.”As the party moved up the path towards the whitest peak, Twizle continued to marvel over the beauty of this newfound item.  That is until their new ally Daz sparked up a conversation regarding the uselessness of Bards.</blockquote>

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