3. Ragrins adventure to find clanmate Rolert

Ragrins adventure to find clanmate Rolert


  • _As Ragrin waved back at everyone as he headed out, he stroked his beard, wondering where his kin had gone. He looked around for any signs or traces, being as stupid as he is, knowing Rolert left some months ago, then shrugged, still wearing his other clanmate Raefels Iron Full Plate, he slammed on his helmet, unsheathing his Orcish Slicer, as he began his long, and I mean long, walk.

    On his travels towards the Giantspire Mountains, he found some Gnomes, and asked if he could stay the night. During the night, he woke up, took their goggles, and ran, because he knew he would be dead if they caught him. He didnt notice the giant bags of loot the gnomes had. He strapped on the goggles underneath his helmet, as he got to the foot of the Giantspire mountains.

    "A wundas if meh kins wents up 'eres." As he stared up the mountain, then shrugged, as he began his long walk up. His long fur cloak he tucked under his armour to keep him warmer, as he buckled in some extra clothing before heading up. He began his long walk up the mountain, which seems days and days, which they were, just alot more then he thought.

    "Fer farks sakes, meh stupid sorts an stubbies legs cints walks nos mores." Panting, he looked up, seeing he had only walked a quarter the ways up. He began to shake violently, as he let out a loud yell, banging and yelling in his helmet. "AAARRRGGG!" His muscles bulged, he felt as though he could never die, as he looked up the mountain to see an avalance. "FER FARKS SAKES!"

    Luckily, just in front of him, there was a small cave. He quickly jumped inside it, just barely making it as the snow came pouring over the mouth of the cave. As the light began wittling away, he quickly took out a torch and lit it, looking around the cave.

    The cave was damp and dead. Not a sound was heard. He looked around, then began walking through. He walked for days, resting shortly at night, then began walking again. He seemed to be going up and down, up and down occassionally, due to the slants in the cave. As he continued to walk, he began to hear scraping sounds. He quickly turned around, and swore he had saw something. Actually he did. "A farkin saws sumtins!"

    His voice echoed throughout the cave, as he slowly began walking backwards. His eyes never leaving what he was walking backwards from, as he began hearing scraping noises again, but this time, behind him now, as he turned around quickly, and, yet again, swore he saw something. "A farkins saws its agins!"

    He began to run forwards, angrily now, yelling out "A gunna gits ye, ye farkers!" Just then he tripped, and his torch flew out of his hand, but somehow his Orcish Slicer didnt. He scrambled to go pick it out, just then something stepped on it, putting it out, then ran away, as he looked around the room, staying still.

    "A wans meh mummies" He whimpered to himself, grabbing his knee's and rolling into a little ball, rocking back and forth. Just then he felt two strong hands grip his arms, as he was dragged swiftly away. "'ETS GOS O' MEH YUS FARKERS!" he yelled out, but who or whatever was pulling him didnt make any motion to take heed to what he had said.

    Just then, the darkness around him alit with light, as he looked around to see dwarfs. "Lo kin!" he said, looking around. The dwarfs looked at him, then greeted him back. "Lo kin." They had low, deep, gruff voices. "A bes 'eadins te looks fer meh kin. 'Is names bes Rolerts. Any o yus see's 'ims?"

    Out of the darkness came, none other then Trudar. "A mets hims. He was hedins down ter mountain." Ragrin nodded. "Tanks ye kin, any ide weres meh kin bes guins?" Trudar thought a minute, nodding. "Yups, he saids sometins about visiting his kin?" Ragrin grunted. "Te farkin idits gunnas makes meh walks al te ways deres? FARKS!"

    "Oy kin, cin yus leads meh downs an outs? A needs te fines meh kin!"
    The dwarfs nodded, as they brought him safely out of the mountain, and bless Moradins soul he thought, he was on the other side of the mountain. He looked back into the cave, as the dwarfs waved to him, as one shot an arrow with a large bag on it, hitting a nearby tree.

    Ragrin opened the bag to find lots of food. He looked back to them. "Tanks ye kin, mays Moradin bless ye souls!" He waved, then began his long walk somewhere. He travelled many days, and slept many nights, as he strode in upon a village on the water known as "Grimt". To his luck, the village was occupied by dwarfs!

    He strode in happily to see fellow kin. "Lo kin." He greeted them as he passed by them, waving to them. He walked down to the seaport, luckily for him, to see a large ship begin loading. He quickly came aboard and went to the Captains Deck. He walked inside, seeing a fellow kin all in black. "Lo kin. A bes needins tos gets tos Amn, cuz a tinks meh clanmates bes deres. Yus tinks ye cuds takes me deres wit yus ships?"

    The dwarf in black turned around, as he let out a few puffs of his pipe. "Aye, a can. We guins to te city of Athkatla. A haves sum..business..to take cares of there." The man grinned, showing his golden teeth. Ragrin finally noticed that this dwarf was a pirate. He shrugged. "Tanks ye kin. A bes duwns stairs sleepin." He strode off downstairs and, well, slept.

    As the days passed on the ship, the boat tossing and turning with each wave hitting it, he took out some of the cases of ale his fellow clanmate Healea had given him. He cracked them open, laying back on the bed, drinking them quickly, seeing the other dwarfs eye his ale, but also eyeing the large Orcish Slicer which lay on his stomach.

    He was out for the next few days, as he woke, rubbing his eyes, looking around to see where he was, then noticed he was still in the ship. He picked up his stuff, feeling the ship hadnt moved at all since he awoke, and climbed up the ladder to the deck, looking around.

    His gaze fell upon the city of Athkatla, as he watched his kin unload the supplies and exchange them for gold to the fellow merchants. He then walked off the ship into the city, eating a few rats wings(rolled up rats legs in grease) that he had gotten from the dwarfs in the mountain.

    He began walking around, stumbling slightly, as he walked throughout the town. After passing out in a nearby bar for a few days, he came out feeling refreshed, taking one last, deeeeep breath of the smell of the ale, stroking his beard, as he began to walk.

    He walked around Athkatla for the rest of that day, as he came upon a black carriage, with red linings, guarded by a half-a-dozen dwarven soldiers in red and black. He yanked off his helmet, throwing the goggles to the ground, tears forming at his eyes as he gazed upon his kin.

    One of the dwarfs noticed him, looking to him, then taking off his own helmet to get a better look, then let out a cry for joy noticing Ragrin. Ragrin looked up at the dwarf, recognising him to be at once Proga, his long time, close kin.

    "LO PROGA!" Ragrin walked up to him, giving him a manly hug. "Farks lad, a 'avens seens yus in years!" Proga chuckled. "Aye, a bin busy with me wife an all." "Ye gots a wife?" Ragrin asked him. "Aye." Progo leaned closer to Ragrin, whispering. "Ye remember dat lass, with te ruggish bruwn hair?"

    Ragrin stroked his bear, then grinning. "Aye, dat Hilery?" Progo grinned. "Aye, she be me wife, an a have tree kids alreada." "Fer farks sakes lad! A only gots un!" Ragrin chuckled, then looked as the other six dwarfs in red and black took off their helmets.

    Tears came to Ragrins eyes as he noticed them all. Progo, Kaliet, Hurab, Tertus, Mewiq, and Ogrus. "LO KIN!" He yelled out, embracing them all in a hug, the six men all crying of joy to see each other again. Wiping away his tears, he looked at them. "Oy kin, a bes lookins fers Rolerts, yus sees 'ims?"

    "Yups, he up at te halls." Said Orgus. "GUDS! TAKES MEH DERE KIN!"
    Progo grinned. "Wills do kin. Goods te see ye agin. You'll 'ave to tell meh 'ow dis Narfell is. Maybe I will moves dere." Progo chuckled, as him and the other five grabbed Ragrin, and shoved him into the carriage, along with his belongings, and rode him to the halls.

    Him and some of his kin sat in the carriage talking while the others drove and guarded. After a few days of traveling, the carriage just stopped, as Ragrin, thinking they were there, looked out the window. His eyes opened with shock, as he slammed on his helmet, strapping on Raefels Iron Full Plate, taking his Orcish Slicer, and motioned his kin out.

    Ahead of them on the road, were twenty Duergar. The seven Slaughtered Duergar Clanmates stood infront of their carriage, as the Duergar did not know who the one in the plain, un-dyed clan colours armour was. "Byes byes Slaughtered Duergars!" One of the Duergars yelled out. The Duergar then began making their run at them.

    Ragrin chuckled, yanking his helmet off, as the Duergar stopped dead in their tracks, fear spread quickly across their faces. "A backs!" Ragrin slammed on his helmet, beating his helmet and yelling furiously. "AAAARRRGG!" His muscles bulged, and he felt healthier as well, as he thudded towards the Duergar, seeing them run, but quickly caught up.

    "YUS FARKERS ARE DEADS NOWS!" He yelled out, cutting them down as he ran. The leader of the group was at the front, as Ragrin was quickly gaining on him. He caught up to him and in one swing decapitated him. Ragrin chuckled. "Loots dem kin. Deys stuffs goes tos meh collections."

    The kin looted the Duergars clean, taking everything, putting it onto the carriage, then started up again on the way to the halls. A few days later, he arrived at the halls. He quickly ran out, greeting all his kin, the king, as well as his wife Delora. They spent that night making goood ol' luv, and their child Tagrin didnt cry once, probably to frightened hearing the noices Ragrin and Delora made.

    The next morning, as Ragrin played with his son Tagrin, the horns blew, as Ragrin quickly strapped on Raefels Iron Full Plate, kissing Delora and Tagrin, as he took his sword, bolting out the door, slamming on his helmet, as he bumped into Rolert, grinning.

    "Yus cumins backs tos Narfells aftas sums Duergars kills aye? Guds!" Not even letting him give an answer, they bolted down the path following the rest of their kin. Ragrin let out a loud yell "FER GLORY!!" as him and Rolert joined his fellow kin in battle with the Duergar.

    Shall be continued..

    ((Alright folks, just did that while my clock is ticking down. Going to Nova Scotia for ten days, so i'll see you all then :)))

    ((PS: HINHATER: The rest of the story is going into your adventure thing until I get back 🙂 Have fun guys ))_

    ((Hope you like this story 🙂 ))


  • @95325e52ae=FUArch:

    ..Deacon is being portrayed as a fool! While he killed Tagnus. :x

    Well, like come on..we ALL know Deacon IS a fool :lol:

    And yeah Pete, you got Ragrin good, but I hid behind the building as you expected me to run out from behind and ran theo ther way :lol:


  • (( soo close to meeting my club tripping you.. but alas you just felt my darts for a good 5 minutes of running, and got away [grumble grumble] ))


  • ..Deacon is being portrayed as a fool! While he killed Tagnus. :x


  • Guaranteed Corana would've butchered him had she ever caught him. Nice story - it's good to know where you were when we were all searching like mad. :x


  • THE ESCAPE OF RAGRIN

    ((FYI, I tried my best to remember step by step..dont shoot me if I mistype something that someone said..going by memory here! 🙂 ))

    He ran, oh how he ran..flighting through the Rawlinswood, slaying goblins as he went, storming through the wild woods..he was running from someone, something. Quickly and swiftly he ran through the Rawlinswood West, never to be seen in Narfell again..

    But thats not all of it…

    Here...i'll tell you what happend...

    _The sun was up, birds chirping as Ragrin stepped out from the inn. Yawning and stroking his beard, he proceeded to the Jiyyd commons, noticing four of his kin: Tagnus, Healea, and Fungnas. Grinning over to them, he chucked down another ale, blindly throwing it behind him into the trash can.

    He went over to his kin who all stood and ran over to him with wild grins. The chatter became rapid soon._

    <d>Lo kin said Ragrin as he patted his belly

    <d>Lo Ragrins, ye drunks agin? Healea replied with a chuckle

    <d>Aye, aye..a onlies 'ad fifties doh.. He responded with a grin

    <d>Oy, Ragrin..ye hear? Dolitions says we movins yawned Fungnas

    <d>Wes movins? Fer farkin sakes..w'ats wes dos now?

    <d>Dolitions movins us tos Mithral Mountains..deys alredies begin sendin our kin dere.

    <d>Fer farks sakes..w'ys we gots teh moves? Ragrin grumbled

    <d>Everyun hates you all here..ye all dum arses Replied Fungnas

    <d>An ye jus a fat arse.. Replied Ragrin stoicly as some idiotic Elf near a bench began complaining

    Won't you dwarves just shut up? Raryldor said, glaring over at them

    Farks ye tos Ragrin said as he walked over to Raryldor

    Quiet dwarf, your all just a bunch of waifs..

    WAIFS?! FARKIN POINTY EAR ARSE! Ragrin yelled as he jumped up, smacking at Raryldor's ear then running off, doing laps around the portal yelling

    WES MOVINS!

    <d>Oy kin..stops. Wes goins tos te Orcs Replied Tagnus with a grunt

    The four dwarves walked over to the Western gates of Jiyyd as the townsfolk muttered and whined about the dwarves. As the usual Ragrin, spotting a very fine arse, he decided to play his trick

    <d>'Undreds golds says a cins smacks dat arse. Ragrin said, pointing at Elena's arse

    <d>Ragrins, dons d-.. Fungnas squeeled as Ragrin starting his run, taking his hand high into the air and..SMACK!

    Ragrin laughed, running around Jiyyd then flying out the gates yelling

    RUNS, RUNS, RUNS!

    _The dwarves quickly made their way out of Jiyyd, storming off to the Orc plains. They all screamed as they went, slaying Orcs left and right, blood splattering everywhere. In the end stood four dwarves, covered in Orc blood, chuckling.

    A horn blew from the hill as the four dwarves looked up, two guardsmen descending upon them. The dwarves yelling out in rage, cutting them to pieces beofre a louder horn was blown, and a large Orc wielding a greatsword approached_

    <d>O farks.. Gulped Ragrin, readying himself as the Orc charged

    _The Orc blew its horn again, running down the hill and immediatly let loose. A large blow, descending into Ragrin's back was dealt as the Orc foguth on, his blade piercing their armour.

    The battle went on for at least ten minutes, the dwarves constantly running as the other three shot. Healea grumbled as he was running, turned around and cut a deep gash into the Orcs stomach, but it was too late.

    As the Orc yelped from the gash, it descended its blade upon Healea's back, cutting it open as Healea fell onto his face, life escaping from his lips. Ragrin yelled as they chased the Orc back to the plains, leaving it dripping blood as they quickly got Healea and his belongings and headed back to Jiyyd.

    Tagnus kicked open the gate as Ragrin carried Healea's body on his shoulders, stumbling off to the inn, all dripping in blood save the fat arse Fungnas. They stumpled into the healers.._

    OY LASS, A NEEDS YE TOS RAISE MEH KIN! _Screamed Ragrin, dropping Healea's body to the ground with a thud.

    Tagnus, without knowledge of Ragrin or Fungnas, stole the belongings of another fallen warrior. Vroka with her sharp eyesight caught it_

    Yus wan me raise you kin..when you kin steals front me eyes..an chops bodies up? She growled

    …..Tagnus, ye dum arse! Ragrin shouted at him as he began to explain on about howa large army of Orcs were on route, and the four brave dwarves defeated them, though Healea fell

    GIT OUT! _Vroka yelled as the dwarves took off outside

    Ragrin, being the usual self, grinned at the sight in his eyes_

    <d>'Undreds golds a cins slaps dat arse an gits ways wit its.. Ragrin grinned, pointing at Corana Lyonsen's arse

    <d>Ye dos dat an ye dies..a bets 'undred golds ye die. _Replied Tagnus as he looks amazed at Ragrin as he began his annual circle run.

    Ragrin suddenly turned and darted, slapping Corana's arse as her hand shot out, lucky enough for him Tagnus pushed her down, able for Ragrin to run.

    Ragrin chuckled then looked over to see Corana come walking with her axe, hitting the handle lightly in her hand with a smirk on her face as he bolted around the inn and ran out towards the gate without her seeing him, looking over to Deacon as he and Tagnus argued, charging at Deacon and headbutting him in the chest, driving his helmet spikes into his flesh.

    He quickly pulled his helmet up as he and Tagnus began kicking Deacon then ran seeing Corana. They darted out the gates being chased by what seemed like an army, Ragrin didn't care who, he just ran. They ran across the Near East Road, onto the crossroads then began heading South to Norwick.

    Tagnus suddenly stopped reaching the other side of Sam's hill, going over to Moe and talked with him as Ragrin yelled_

    <d>DON FARKIN STOPS, KEEPS RUNNIN!

    _Tagnus didn't. Ragrin ran south, hiding behind some tree's as he finally saw Tagnus run, though being followed by many, throwing darts or shooting arrows at him. Ragrin darted westward towards the old mine, clambered up the hill, and stayed there, hearing pitiful screams and cheers as he quickly darted up the Nars Pass to Oscura.

    After buying a disguise, he proceeded to Peltarch in search of a hin. He found this hin in the Dock District, buying seven invisibility potions, as he proceeded back to Jiyyd in his full disguise.

    Crossing the Near East Road, he looked at Jiyyd's walls, then gulped, shaking himself, getting in the 'groove'. He pushed open the gates in his disguise: a skull helmet, dressed in Noir Bloire clothing, his beard shaven, a crutch under his arm and covered in blood after rolling around in a hobgoblins._

    BAAAAAAAANNNNDDDIIIIITS! He screamed over and over again, spotting Deacon with a glint in his eyes, a grin under his helmet as he contined

    BAAAAAAANNNNDDIIIIITSS KIIIIILLLLLIIIINS PEEEEELLLLTTTARRRCHS! _He screamed, trying to get everyone to leave the town, getting only a small faction.

    Spotting his kin's body, he went over as Corana picked it up, about to go throw it in the river, a large gash across the neck._

    LEEEEETSS MEEEEEEEH SEEEEEES KIIIIIN! _He squeeled as Corana dropped the body with a shrug, not knowing it was Ragrin as he advanced for his takeover.

    Hefting the body onto his shoulders, he dropped the crutch, grabbing at an invisibility potion at his side, chugging it down, then scrambled out the gate as best he could, heading North, laying the body near the cliff._

    <d>Rest 'ere kin.. _He whispered, heading back in to get his items.

    He quickly opened the healers door, slipping inside, sliding along the wall to the corner but was felt by Nyda as he brushed her dress._

    Show yourself. She said stoicly, looking around at the corner as he snuck around, trying to get to his things

    STOPS HIM! _Vroka squeeled as Pete took out his darts, gulping down a see invisibility potion and proceeded after Ragrin.

    Several darts hit Ragrin as he ran, yelling_

    <d>FARKIN DUM ARSE!

    He dove behind a building as Pete ran around to the other side, darting back quickly towards the gate planning to lose them, but didn't. Nyda and Pete quickly followed, though Ragrin slipped into the tree's, ducking down as they ran past

    Whew..a needs te gits outs o 'ere.. _He said as he quickly ran to the Nars Pass crossroads, then darted south.

    The guards and citizens of Norwick raised an eyebrow to him as he ran through yelling_

    A FARKIN LEAVINS DIS PLACE! A LEAVINS!

    Ragrin stopped as he reached the Rawlinswood, darting his eyes to the the western woods and ran there, chugging down another invisibility potion as he ran through the goblins. He stopped at the thickened forest, looking back, then pushed the bushes out of his way and ran.

    Ragrin was never seen again in Narfell..no one exactly knows where he went. A few of his kin might know, but other then that, Ragrin has passed on. His time in Narfell has expired. Does Moradin have a new assignment for Ragrin? Or does Haela Brightaxe need a new champion arisen?

    For one thing..no one will ever know.</d></d></d></d></d></d></d></d></d></d></d></d></d></d></d></d></d></d>


  • _A few months later, as the sun was rising that morning, Ragrin, alongside Rolert, were seen crossing through Peltarch, ales in hand, laughing, as though telling old stories, or just enjoying being back, who knows.

    They travelled due South until the Crossroads, as they changed direction, heading due East now towards Jiyyd. As they entered Jiyyd, the citizens flocked around the two of them, mostly Rolert, glad to see him back. Ragrin quietly slipped away from the crowd, walking over to one of the bench's, sitting down, thinking.

    He began to remember what he had left behind at home, but then shook his head and looked around Jiyyd, seeing this was his new home, and this was where he would live and die, for as long as he would live. He drank his ale quietly, watching the people question Rolert, laughing to himself.

    "A dids its agins.." He said to himself, as a smile crossed his face. He then pushed himself up from the bench, walked over to the crowd of people, then began shoving and throwing them out of the way. "FER FARKS SAKES, GITS OFF 'IMS!" He said, as the people were shoved and thrown.

    "Cums on, yus still 'ave sum Clan Mates to see." He grinned, clasping Rolert on the shoulder, leading him to the inn. As they entered the inn, it was dark. "Whys it dark in 'eres?" Rolert asked. "Cuz a saids sos." Rolert answered, as the lights suddenly came back on.

    Healea, Marik, Hafus, Raefel, and the rest of the SD in Narfell were all there, ales spread across the tables. "DRINKIN CONTES!" Ragrin yelled out, as he ran for the table lined with ale, and began chugging down the ales, as Rolert and the rest soon followed.

    Days and days went by, as the SD clanmates just sat in the inn, to drunk to move. "Farks..nots hiccup agins.." Ragrin murmered, drinking another ale, as he passed out.

    Few days later, he awoke, finding only Healea still in the inn asleep. Ragrin laughed, uncorking an ale, and dumping it all over Healea, then ran. He went outside, finding the SD Clanmates. "Sos, w'ats yus all says to..ORC 'UNTIN!" Grins, as he slammed on his helmet, unsheathed his greatsword, and ran for the Orcs, the SD Clanmates soon following him._


  • nice story! 😄