Rolert's Adventure
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In the last week Rolert’s beard had grown very long, longer then usual. He had found a strange set of gnomish goggles and was using that as to not blind himself on the artic snow of the giantspire’s. As he walked down the side of the mountain that would take him away of what he once had known, he learned why they were called the Giantspire Mountains. As his cloak was pulled tight by his hands up to the beginning of his beard he heard a swish sound coming rapidly down at him. Instinct kicked in as he did a back roll drawing Vengeance. In front of him embedded half way into the ground was a mace the size of a boulder. He looked up to his right to see a huge Frost Giant tugging at the huge mace. With that he jumped on top of the stalk of the mace and ran up it top speed to cut at this fifty-four foot giant. Doing an overhead swing, he crashed down onto the blue snow hardened skin of this beast like “thing”. The beast howled in anger, and pain but Rolert was not done. He ran up his left arm the other hand grabbing the mace while his right was in his mouth being sucked on like a child holding at a wound. The giant seeing this 4-foot meal running up his arm shook it violently, Rolert fell into the snow dazed from such a long drop. This was the largest giant he had ever seen. Looking up as the Frost giant finally heaved the mace out to smash the dwarf into a pulp it just froze. As the thing started grabbing at the back of its head it dropped it’s mace behind him, his eyes got wide and he started falling… forward. Rolert realizing this was not going to work out well for him got up and ran to his right as quick as possible. Just jumping out of the way as the twenty ton giant fell to its demise. Rolert huffed hardly skimming death to far away for any cleric to raise him… He felt cold steel (A arrow tip specifically) on the back of his neck. A calm yet brutal barbaric voice came spoke, “Whoz youz whatz youz doz inz landz I killz youz not answur….”, Rolert starded to turn but felt the arrow tip go deeper into his skin. “No turnz tillz tellz!” Rolert spoke loudly for the snowy winds at the top of this mountain where so loud he could hardly here the gruff voice. “I bez Rolert of the Slaughtered Duergar Clan, I have lefts Narfell for a time’bein! Can ma ask who are ye!?”
The Gruff voice did not come for many seconds, “Trudar Truf nintz of daz Artic Wolfz Claz, sonz of Gertur… Youz canz turn”, with that he turned to look upon the thing thinking it was a orc. No Rolert thought, it could not be possible. But it was, standing in front of him was a long lost kin of dwarfs, a snow dwarf (are that’s what Rolert thinks they are called) Standing three foot tall with a axe with a cold enchantment, along with snow shoes, the same gnomish goggles he wore, and a big fluffy beard that went down to his knees……..To be continued…..
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Rolert, Ragrin, and Dolition ran down the halls their swords out. They found the bell and other armor clad Slaughtered Duergar preparing for war straightening there lines. Then they heard it, far away but they could here it clearly. War drums at least thirty drums and the Duergar the SD fought had one drummer for each ten men. Three Hundred Iron clad Duergar. This was going to be a fight. They had one day to prepare. And also try and find that Duergar scout. Now Dolition was worried, but was not afraid. They had a day to put the battlefield in their favor. So they went to work, finding the Scout, Digging trenches in the main cave, putting light spells around the caverns making holes for Duergar to fall into, Traps, and much more. They would work non-stop until the drums where an hour away. Then would eat, make love to their wife’s, and be marry until the battle came to them. They found the scout no more then five hours. He was quickly executed away from anyone. (As is the dwarven way) They worked, and worked making the battlefield fit for them then it came down the five-mile tunnel leaving the main halls of the SD. Drums and war chants. They left the battlefield. The young one’s to sleep, the older to drink and eat, and the ones with wife’s to pleasure them. Out they came as refreshed as they had been in twenty-four hours. Making a tactical barrier of shields in front with taller humans behind them with Greatswords. Behind them where axe throwers and crossbowmen. Then a wider spread dwarven line so the ranged fighters could escape into the ranks if the front starded to crumble are die. This line was filled with Greatswords men. After that it was just a loosely packed army of Dwarven and Human soldiers. While this was going on Healea’s Shock Troopers would Flank the Duergar while they climbed through the Trenches one troop on each flank. They could see them across the main natural cavern. (It was as bright as outside from all the light wards) They saw them start to break as soon as they touched light scrambling closer together, They knew this would happen that is why they set two trench systems the first a few yards from where the Duergar stood and where a Battalion of Battle Ragers waited to fight. As soon as the blinded Duergar began jumping into the Trench systems, the Battle Ragers came screaming out Greatswords in hand. Slashing at the back of the jumping Ranks soon to die from sheer numbers. For there were only ten of them three hundred of the Duergar, Slashing, cutting, killing they were doing there job. As the Duergar that had not jumped into the Trench system yet heard screams of death they became closer together. Which in turn was going to make it easier for the “surprise”. For up above them was one Battle Rager on the roof of the cavern stood there with a rope cutting knife in hand waiting to let loose a roped up boulder the size of a decent sized cottage. Then he cut it falling down with the boulder smashing a good forty Duergar underneath the boulder. With half of their flank just gone, and the front line being massacred in a trench the Duergar were already down to about two hundred men. But they finally heard the death yells of the Battle Ragers being dead and with that the not as blinded yet more waved Duergar pressed on running over the trench just to learn no more then thirty yards from the enemy another trench. Many of them just thinking of turning and heading back the leader refused that option by bowing down a runner. The Duergar pressed onward into the trench, and to there surprise no Battle Ragers. But they heard something else two charges from the east of the trench and the west, and a march command from the Duergar’s north. So here they where having the brute of the army heading towards the Trench, they being attacked on there east and west flanks by the best the SD had to offer, and last but not least the army finally getting there and raining a barrage of bolts upon the blinded Duergar. In the back of the Trench the Duergar there where going to take there risk and run. But the others had no choice but to die they being pushed so close together that they could hardly moved panicked many tried to beg for mercy from the Shock Teams massacring the flanks. Many tried to get on to the other side of the Trench to start to fight the well-shielded army, only to be decapitated by the huge, strong barbarian swings. Many ran, only to be bolted down by the crossbowmen. After no more then thirty minutes of real battle all the Duergar save three were dead. With SD losses of no more then twenty this was indeed a huge heroic victory. Rolert stayed with them for the next few weeks. But it was time for him to leave, He headed back with Ragrin saying hello to Brudoc (his best friend) before he left. It was good to head back to Narfell.
THE END
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Rolert stayed with his clan for the next few months, helping prepare for the biggest part of the Trade Season. Rolert always missed his Clan. (Even if many where with him) He saw his wife after a few screams of rage of him leaving in the dead of night twice they couldn’t help but just lay together on the bed where there son was made. “Where is ma Tike?” Rolert asked and with that a five-year-old Trubon ran into the room jumping on the bed. “Da! Da! Ye bakz yez iz! I lovez ya dad! Teach-ma-to-killz-a-orcz-da!” The last part of Trubons speech Rolert had trouble understanding for he said it so fast! Rolert couldn’t help but have moisture rim his eyes; he had missed his son so much and has almost been taken to many times, and even though his wife was one of the most complaining wife’s in all of Farun. He truly loved her, as did she. It did not matter that one was a Human and the other Dwarven. They had created a child, one of both. Suddenly he heard the warning horns blow, and with that he quickly suited into his Iron Full Plate strapping Vengeance onto his back. He heard it again followed by yells of, “Duergar spotted!” With that at top speed Rolert rushed towards the thrown room ignoring the innocent young ones going into their stone chambers. As he ran in Dolition was just smiling putting on his armor like he did not even care. Dolition strapped on –E’chuka-, the sword the Gnomes and Elves in the clan spent two years forming. It was beautiful having many small components around the handle that moved fastly making an electric magnet holding onto Dolitions Gauntlets. Then a vile that went up the middle of the Greatsword filled with an odd liquid started to glow making an unnatural light. Then the elves work showed having heavy enchantment upon the sword it started to turn into a burning blue flame. Honestly this was a weapon of Legend. With that Dolition the king smiled walking towards the exit. Breaking into a run Rolert followed.
To be continued…
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_The “Bareice” was one of the fastest boats he had ever been on. They were into the inner sea in no less then a day heading west towards the Dragon coast they would be in Amn in no time. For the next few days flying in the Inner Sea the finally spotted land. They where exactly where they needed to be, gliding down one of the major Rivers Between the Dragon Coast and Cormyr they where already into Amnish lands.
While Rolert watched the river (Even though it was a very large river) a young lad came up to him. “Captai says whill be at’er in three are four dayz as long as we not fuck up aight Dwarf? He want ye ta kno is all.” Rolert nodded, happy the Ride so far had only taken a week. He would be in Athkatla in three are four days; it was wonderous to think that he would see the king again, a friend, and his wife. In three days he was there in the bustling Trade district, then he spotted them. Screaming about fine weaponry where 6 Steel clad warriors in Red and Black. Rolert came up to see if he knew any of them. He didn’t, one was to young to even have a beard and the others had probably just joined the clan. But he went up to them sure the young lad would know him. Before he even got there his name was yelled, “Rolurt, wow aent seen ye since I was a lad!” Rolert smiled wondering how business faired, as if the young Human and Dwarf mix read his mind he said, “Not so good, Da business I mean round ere steel anded out like candy…” Rolert frowned upset it was not doing well, Rolert asked if he could get a ride in the caravan to the Hall. Of course the Dwarfs had no problem with it. In one nonstop day of riding they where there, a sheer unnatural door greeted them creaking just enough for them to get in. Rolert was quickly rushed to the King. As soon as he saw him they both ran at each other grinning falling into a friendly hug. “My brotha came back aye?!” said Dolition happily. Rolert nodded saying sadly “Kin I must rest I have had little sleep since I was in the Inner Sea. Dolition nodded “Gets sleep we ave er day of storys tomorrow!”_
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“Youz kill kin” said Trudar, pointing at the “Gnomish goggles”. “Nay I didn’t I found them on a… longz…. bearded…gnome”, before Rolert even finished the sentence he realized it was not a gnome he got the goggles off of but a Artic Dwarf. “Liaz!” said Trudar, “Nay it ain’t, I found dim on a corpse I sorrys fer ye loss”, said Rolert. Trudar starting to believe him and took the arrow off Rolert’s neck. A ten-minute walk later they were at a cave full of polar bear furs. “Dis homez” Trudar explained. He told of how he was exiled and through a matter of years found himself on this mountain. Rolert asked about the goggles, Trudar explained they were made in his clan and they protected his eyes. While they ate they told stories of their life and Rolert told of why he left. Trudar felt his pain and knew he would have a journey ahead of him. The next day after a warm enough sleep, Rolert left a newly made friend hoping to meet him again. He made it down the mountain by the end of the day on the other side of the mountains. He went to Daleport looking for a boat to go down river into the sea. A week of boredom he was finally at a small port that was not even marked on the map called, “Frilark” named after the man who starded this town. Many commoners there said the only sea worthy boat that came through these parts where the Guard Boats chasing the Bloody Blue pirates. So he decided to wait for one, he got his wish n no more then a week, a small battleship came in for supplies heading home after loosing the ship they were chasing. Rolert paid for his share of food and shelter on the ship and decided to sail with them. He was hoping he would be able to get to Amn. Oddly enough this ship was to guard a rich man’s Freighter from Athkatla. Rolert was please knowing he would see his clan in a matter of months. As he got on the boat the Captain “Serpent Joe” greeted him. Rolert thought he looked more like a pirate rather then one who chased them…
To be continued….
