The Sceptre of Kings-A Heroic Dwarven Quest

[Uriel]

Mohgrym causes more than a few blank stares from windows and the rooftops of the buildings in the vast cavern as he flies about, some children yelling exitedly at the sight most moving indoors after sighting such an unsettling thing.
After all, no Sane Dwarf would want to fly through the air, they think to themselves...

Mohgyrm does note several figures perched atop gigantic Bats, these keeping their distance, near the Eastern half of the Reclaimed Territory. The figures were obviously Dwarven, though from which Clan or Faction was immpossible to tell at the range that they were encountered.

Landing, Mohgrym finds that the Prince had gone ont some meeting with Clan Hurdrinn's Leader, taking several of the other Companions with him.

One of the Prince's Soldiers, Breki Ironfist,approaches Mohgyrm and says
'The Prince said that he would be indisposed for a time. He did suggest that we continue to Fortify the Inn and possibly explore one of the Portals that the Deep Gnome mentioned'. Sgt Dorn approaches the assembled Companions after helping to see to the securing of the area. 'Aye, perhaps those of you Lords and ladies so inclined could do a bit of scouting he said, my Squad and myself are to return to the Inn and get back to working to square it away.'

 

[Knight Otu]

After the battle, Skezzketh takes his time to thank the spirits for their aid and their protection.

As the dwarven soldiers relay the idea of exploring the portals, he says "That seemss like a good idea. What do you think about thiss?" he asks the rest of the group.

 

[Wilphe]

"I feel an urge to hit the orcs, if we know where they are based. Then they are currently missing a raiding party and don't know, yet, what's happened to it. In, hit them hard, get out."

 

[Erekose13]

"Sounds like a plan to me. I am eager to see where these portals lead and see if we can use them to mount a strategic attack on our entrenched enemies."

 

[Wilphe]

"Where are the Deep Gnomes?"

 

[Uriel]

One of the dwarven soldiers approaches from the direction of the Inn, approaching those still helping clean up the mess in the streets ( as well, many dwarves have come from the surrounding areas to clear bodies, the orcs destined for the Weapons Forges of Clangeddin, as the father of battles favors weapons created using the Enemies as fuel). 'Sirs, Madam, there is yet another Svifrneblin in the Inn, this one younger than the other, and with two eyes. I swear, he couldn't have got past our eyes, it's as if he just materialized out of thin air...he says he has a Map for you, a stable Portal and details of what to expect on the other side...'

 

[Wilphe]

"Shall we go?" Elspeth finishes off a bandage tie with a flourish and heads for the inn, at a hustle

 

[Knight Otu]

"Yes, i think we should." Skezzketh says as he follows her.

 

[Erekose13]

Mohgrym follows as well preparing his mind for the journey.

 

[Uriel]

Returning to the Inn, you see that the Soldiers have had a dcent bit of headway in the hour or so that you were absent, having already reimbursed the beams holding the ceiling as well as having affixed extra cross-bars to the windows. From the basement can be heard the sound of a furnace and smithy just starting to warm up. Burgain smiles, greeting you all with tea and bread 'I heard that you all stopped an orc Raid trying to steal off children, one of those was the neice of a friend of mine, Gemdarn the Miller. He sent this bread, the sweetest seed and honey loaves you'll ever taste. he promises that as long as you are all here, never a morn will pass without smelling the freshest of his loaves at yer doorstep, delivered by himself.' Burgain then moves off, to pass more bread out to those busy working. The old Dwarf seems to have some of his Spirit back, with such heroes around.

In a corner (several dwarfs still nodding in mistrust and discomfort at him) is a grey cloaked figure, a Svirfneblin.
The Gnome stands, not an inch over three feet, and silently pads over to where Skezzketh, Mohgrym and Elspeth stand, smiling in a friendly manner.
'Hullo there Lords Skezzketh of the Yellow Marshes, Lady Elspeth, daughter of the line of Gold and Lord Mohgyrm, Master of the Neural Paths.
the Gnome moves over to where the Prince's maps are, standing on a chair to get a better view and points to one of the maps. Looking closer, you all see that he has sketched out part of one of the maps on a sheet of parchment, indication in several areas the presence of Orcs, Trolls and Giants.As well, on the eastern portion is marked the letter 'P', clearly a Portal.
The Gnome says 'I am not sure if those who attacked today are the same Orcs that lair here, as the Raiders wore no Clan colors.However, this might be a good chance for you to learn some of the Portal system, and a dead Orc is a dead Orc. As well, rumour of some amongst the Orcs here in Cuvaghn being, shall we say, different, in being spoke of. orcs with intellect and organization. That is unsettling. So, I will leave you with a wish for good Hunting, if you so choose to infiltrate this place. As well, this...' The Svirfneblin takes out a small opal and places it upon the table. 'We call these 'Blinder-Stones. They scramble the Portals aproximately 1 minute after usage, so that Enemies cannot see to where you travel. With over a hundred Portals in Cuvaghn, this is a good thing to have.'
A gruff voice near the door speaks up
'If you go a-huntin Orcs, I'd be honored ta go with ya...'
A young Clan Hurdrun Dwarf stands in the doorway, having been let through by those at the door. He bears a recnet cut upon his scalp, though he looks hale otherwise. The Dwarf is dressed in dark chainmail covered over with a dull red tabard, the Signs of his Clan and of Moradin sewn into his clothes. 'I am Kelan Hurdrin, Priest of Moradin and brother of Fralas Huedrin, slain this day. I would aid you out of respect for your saving of my Kin, my own Son amongst them.As well, Prince Alembregh has told me that you may need aid...' The Dwarf then lifts a heavy sack, obviously filled with coin 'As well, the Portal Fee is on my Clan, in gratitude.'