I took time but we settled our differences. What I knew about the hammers whereabouts was incomplete, and we had a message asking for help from Hunters people, we have agreed to help his people and seek the wind element of the puzzle. I knew I would need to be better prepared this time, and my experiences have given a greater appreciation for a variety of weapons. I inquired with the League about purchases a dwarven waraxe of superb qaulity. The weapon of my people has protected Citadel for ages, what better blade could I ask for.
The league sent me to the lower levels of Citadel to the smiths of the Azer. The distant cousins of our race produce weapons of unrivaled quality, and agreed to my request but for a hefty cost. It was worth it. A few day laters one of the Azer returned from their native plain with a waraxe of beauty. Its edge gleamed in the light of the forge, and it grip seemed molded for my very hand. A blade such as this deserves a name, one that will tell the tale of it and its master. But first it must be tested in battle, then once we have distinguished ourselves the true name for it can be found.
During the time my axe was being forged we outfitted ourselves for our next journey. Knowing that dangerous climbs and freezing temperatures waited for us I prepared accordingly. Others took similar precautions as they saw fit. The path to the height of Citadel took us on a long climb up one of the old spiral stairs in the upper section of Citadel. The climb would take a few days and there was no certainty that the stairs were completely intact.
During our trek of the stair we discovered this last fact to be only too true. Face with a crumpled section 40 feet wide we spent hours getting our entire group across. After a days of travel up the steep and treacherous stair we came near the end. The stair ended in a level tunnel that hunter said was the correct way out. I felt relief at finally reaching the end of the climb but my relief was short lived. In tunnel a mechanical creature waited for us, a sort of metal centaur. Once again we were face by a servant of the elven god of time. It went on about how we were not of this world and that we were causing diruptions in the flow of the world. It told us of how the dwarven people were to fall and the humans were to rise up, and this was the proper order of things. I dont care what an elven god of time says is right. There is now way the gods of the dwarves would agree to this and even if they did no self respecting dwarg, of this world or another is going to step aside and let their people face death and defeat.
What is the point of living if not to sieze ones one fate and make what the want of it. I have my own will, I make my own choice and there is no way in hell I will kneel to anyone, god or mortal, and let my people die. Anyone who threatens my home will face my blade, I am Rorrin Beck servant of Throrn and defender of Citadel. While there is life in my body I will defend my home.
Enough, the time for words is at an end. Let our blade settle this. |
