* Joyous screams of flying hins *



    • Sawing and hammering can be heard for hours on the side of the temple hill.

    A dwarf leaning over a table in the darkness, a finger moving over a set of plans with dethtek runes, barks out some instructions to those who assist.

    An occasional yelp of pain is heard as a hammer blow in the dark strays in the darkness, striking an assistants finger instead of a nail.

    They toil for hours and slowly the planks of wood starts to take shape. The Peltarch refuggees take wild guesses as they try to guess what is being constucted. Smiles break out on faces as it becomes clear that they are building "cow tossers". Trebuchets.

    The dwarf looks around for suitable ammunition to test the "cow tosser". As if sent by Moradin himself, a hin falls from the level above onto the work table.

    After a short discussion, the cow tosser is turned to face the 10 foot rise from which the hin fell. The dwarf then asks the hin how much he weighs and checks a rock with some runes. He then gets on the table and the hin sits in the trebuchet's basket. On the count of three, the armored dwarf jumps from the table and grabs onto the ballast hook. The arm of the trebuchet swings up and the hin takes flight.

    The joyous sounds of a flying hin are heard all around the camp as he goes over the rise and lands on the upper rise.

    Cheers from the commoners rise and the workers take in the adulation.
    Smiling the dwarf folds up the plans for the cow tosser, and tucks it neatly inside his breast plate.

    Finally answering the calls for "Again! Again!", the dwarf obliges. The hin makes his way back down to the cow tosser and smiles.

    The trebuchet is pointed toward Peltarch and the hin is reloaded into the basket. This time, two armored dwarves get up on the table. On the count of three they both jump and grab the arm of the trebuchet, the weight of the dwarves and their armor sends the arm up quickly and once again the hin takes flight.

    The crowd claps and cheers as the hin flies off into the darkness, screaming "wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" as he flies through the air, with the greatest of ease.

    The commoners cheering are so amused by the display that they do not concerned looks on the dwarves faces as they can't spot the hin. Running off in a northern direction, they ask anayone they pass whether they have seen a flying hin.

    Finally, on a heavily guarded outpost, high up in a tree, they find him. Unhurt, protected by the magic ward placed on him before launched, and smiling ear to ear the hin picks some leaves and small branches from his hair and armor.

    Grinning and cheering, the group returns back to the hill.

    The sounds of a firing cow tosser can be heard through out the night.

    As the sun rises, the residents of the camp awaken to find the upper branches of the trees full of hins, grinning and talking about flying.*


  • Peltarch Far Scouts

    Sierra can be seen leading children just close enough to the trees, pointing and chatting.

    "An' right there is the amazin' and strangeā€¦ Hin-bird...

    Careful! They bite!"