Dimitri eyed the tavern regulars wearily, his hand making expert work of cleaning the glass he held, his piercing blue eyes Kislev city and brought this establishment in the foreign quarter. It had been some years since he settled down here in rather good life with plenty of money making opportunities. Serving Dwarfs, Cathayans, and the odd Elf it was a scanning the fire lit room for any sign of trouble or new blood as he liked to call irregular clientele. His eyes targeted one of his very best and greatest regulars, a Slayer, one who got drunker than even talk as he was happy to serve the dwarf as long as the gold kept coming.
Most whispered harsh things about both the Slayer cult and the Slayers themselves but Dimitri ignored such out shell of his former self. Valerik, son of Vlordnrik, was a burnt a dwarf should every night and paid handsomely in dwarf gold if Dimitri kept the ale flowing. He was a Slayer who had atoned very well for one sin and then failed to stopped in Praag where the other two Slayers went their separate ways while he continued south and came to Kislev and the foreign quarter. Once his mission in the wastes was over he returned south with his two companions (Norvin been sadly kidnapped by a disgruntled worshipper of Khorne) and of ales and spirits, using the dwarf gold hed taken from Krugenheim to keep it coming all night and every night.
The Leaky Flagon was his most regular haunt now, every night he came and filled himself to the brim with all sorts achieve a triumphant death against anything he had fought in this world so far. One after the other ale, beer, grog, wine (red and white), potato Vodka and numerous other his belly seeming now more generously proportioned than toned as it had once been. Apart from this he had let himself go, his bulging muscles sagging slightly from being underused, close at hand or at least they had until this one eventful evening. Regardless of this most patrons and would-be footpads still avoided him, his axe always alcoholic drinks were shoved down his neck and made him groggy time and time again.
It was busy when seven men entered, clearly hired muscle, each one sporting various feet tall and with rippling muscles barely contained within his tight shirt. The leader was a giant of a man, possibly half ogre, at about seven Slayers? His tone was that of the arrogant upper class of Kislev and his words were evidently supposed to goad his crested adversary into a brawl. Backed up by his goons and cronies he approached the half-dazed Slayer and gave him a crooked grin what do we have here, one of the fabled scars and wounds from Sigmar knew how many scraps and odd jobs. Thas right he mumbled in a slurred tone and eyed the human who feigned shock at such drunken words well Ulric bless your soul, Ive never seen such a snotling of a dwarf, you look eyes mostly glazed over as he spoke except his natural motors began to take over.
Aye, an yer mammy wis ah Ogre he bellowed back, making even Dimitri look worried, his and clicked his fingers, three goons appearing at each side of him. Edgar Malefic stared at the dwarf as if he had just slapped the nobleman more out of shape than any of your kin usually these words would have been rammed down the noble knobs throat but on this occasion Valerik was too drunk and oblivious to really care. Gentlemenplease take this dwarf outside and show him what burly figure shot out of it. The wooden door flew open and a blood only to land on the icy cobbled path of the street.
Valerik hit the ice-sheeted floor with a crack of bones and a spray of we do to insolent swine here in Kislev. It was night time and the stars were shining brightly as the Slayer was surrounded by Edgar and his muscle, each man stepping in boot of Edgar smashed into his face to send him back into the snow. Booted feet hit tensed stomach and, as the dwarf attempted to regain his feet, the massive shone in the moonlight, and the group advanced to finish him off One and then two of the cronies pulled out long glittering knives, that and taking turns to kick the drunken dwarf as hard as possible, Valerik ignorant of the damage being dished out on him.
Greetings and Bienvenue one and all! This RP is set four years exactly after the events of Journey to first so that I can give the green light. If you wish to join this RP then please...PLEASE! PM me this one as enjoyable as the last one. Just remember to have fun as you RP and make the North, as you can tell Valerik first needs someone to help him out of this dilemma. Gorrok sniffed the air and stared into the moonlit sky, focusing on the still not found his mighty doom, although it was certainly not from lack of trying.
Forty years he had been a slayer now, forty miserable years of his existence and he had his time, but there was still much to experience and even more which could grant him his ultimate wish. The slayer ran a hand through his towering orange mohawk and spat to the ground, he had killed many beasts in stars which seemed to be staring down, mocking the still-breathing dwarf. The dwarf had travelled onwards in grim determination to a worthy foe that could best him in combat. and would continue to do so until he finally found allowed to rest.
Only then would he be fulfil his slayer's oath, yet he still stood... Gorrok looked at the buildings scattered around him, shoddily made by manling craftsmen but there four years ago when he was travelling with another two slayers towards the chaos wastes. It had been a while since Gorrok had stepped foot in Kislev, his previous visit had been doom as he had hoped, but the adventure was grand. The dwarf smiled at the memory, he had failed to meet his were one or two that blatantly had a dwarfs keen eye directing the builders.
The eldest slayer, Valerick, was everything a slayer evidence of what dwarven brawn was capable of... He was a towering figure of dwarven muscle; living before his mighty runed axe. who knows how many creatures had fallen should be; determined, powerful and very lethal. Gorrok grinned showing some rather crooked teeth and he gripped his axes tightly in trio had made their way back to Praag.
Revenge had been granted to the slayer and the dwarven had journeyed to the world edge mountains to try his luck with the greenskin hordes. Valerick had not said much after slaying the chaos wizard and their goodbyes had been short, Gorrok his huge fists, remembering the end of Valerick's journey to the dreaded wastes. Gorrok turned down a cobble stoned street, making his way Gorrok needed before setting off once more to find his epic doom. It was said to have pleasant ale and warm beds, which was all care where he went that much - as long as he kept moving.
Maybe he would head towards the haunted hills, to be honest, the dwarf didnt to the inn he had been directed to. As he turned down another street the slayer heard the sound of grunting, the inn was supposed to who seemed to be kicking an unfortunate individual on the floor. In front of the tavern door however, were a group of men in the moonlight and the slayer roared at the top of his voice. Gorrok walked towards the group and stopped a few meters away, two knifes glinted be down this ally, and sure enough there was a sign ahead illustrated with an overflowing flagon.
An ugly figure of a man turned around, his voice was full of arrogance and his body was covered in muscles, "Oh, look victim and had turned to face their new prey. Gorrok remained calm; the other men had stopped attacking their and full of malice. Gorrok spoke; his voice was gruff gentlemen, another one." the man stared at Gorrok menacingly before speaking again, "I am so sorry, dwarf, perhaps my friends here can... The leader of the men snorted his contempt and gestured with his hand, two of a nasty head into the mans head and he fell to the ground without a sound.
Gorrok hammered his fist into the first mans stomach causing him to double over in pain, the slayer delivered and twisted it viciously with the other, sending him to the floor crying in pain. The second man went to kick the dwarf, but Gorrok caught his foot in one hand the thugs rushed towards Gorrok with cruel smiles spread across their scarred faces. The ugly leader spoke once more to in simultaneously, both delivering punches to Gorroks face. The four men approached more carefully now, two moved two men - his superior weight knocking them from their feet.
The slayer growled as the blows connected and dived forwards, barrelling into the the four remaining men; "get him!" Gorrok stamped on one mans neck and kicked his head twice before a boot caught him in stomach and he coughed blood onto the man in front of him. Before Gorrok could do anything, another fist smashed into his head, causing his mind to reel, another let go of the dwarfs shoulders and so they both landed heavily on the floor. Gorrok braced himself and threw the man behind him over his back, the thug refused to great pair of hands locked around his arms, preventing him from movement.
The slayer was the first to rise and he swiftly parried a knife from another human using his axe from his belt as the remaining men reached for their knifes. The surviving man Gorrok had barrelled into regained his feet and Gorrok drew an ah'll cut ye tae shreds." "Pull a blade on me and arm, the man at his feet lay still, obviously knocked out by the weight of the slayer. The two men stopped dead, Gorrok was angry ran to meet the slayer, who hammered the haft of his axe into the mans skull, knocking him into the bar wall.
One man turned on his heel and fled down a side ally, the other man received a mean look from his leader and the slayer and hissed angrily. The arrogant leader walked up to now, his eyes fuming with hatred. The leader was well built and lashed out with dwarf square in the jaw, Gorrok staggered backwards and raised his fists to block the follow up attack. Gorrok dodged the blow and hammered a left into the mans crotch, the human screamed angrily before punching the kneecap, causing him to slump into a kneeling position.
The dwarf dodged another blow and kicked the man in the a furious kick towards the slayers torso. The snobby, arrogant leader screamed out angrily at have connections in high places!!!" "You will pay for this! I and muttered in dwarfish. Gorrok stared blankly at the man the dwarf, drenching the slayer in spit.
With that he reached for the mans elbow and snapped it Gorrok silenced him with a hefty kick. The human fell to the floor screaming and gazed towards the thugs' other victim. The dwarf spat to the floor, and backwards over the kneeling mans shoulder with a sickening crack. Gorrok trudged over to the fallen figure and almost gasped in that, it was another slayer.
It was a dwarf, more than powerful stomach, but they had faded away over time... He looked like he had once had bulging biceps and a disbelief as he leant down and inspected the person's face. looking closer at the fallen dwarfs face, Gorroks overflowing with questions, he sat the dwarf down at a table and waited for the dwarf to regain his senses. The slayer helped the other dwarf to his feet, and half dragged the beaten figure inside the Inn, his thoughts were surely couldnt be the son of Vlordnrik not Valerick.
Gorrok ordered a beer and stared glumly into his flagon, this brow creased and he whispered in dwarfish; Edgar could not believe what had just happened and let out a through it as he turned to look at his hired thugs. His arm was certainly dislocated from his shoulder joint, flashes of pain shooting lay still or sat/stood about nursing wounds from the brawl. At least one had fled into the alley and the rest either loud growl as he leant against the outside of the tavern.
Slowly he sidled over to one of the bigger men and, with a sickening blow, sent him to the floor once more you fools are useless! These goons had cost him a small fortune and been annihilated by one dwarf in one night you cant do anything back to the malefic family mansion and reporting this entire incident to his father. Decidedly he would first have to go and see his family doctor before making his way even if they didnt catch that troublesome dwarf right awayhe had made a powerful enemy. His father knew how to dish out pain and torture as most followers of Slaaneshi did and rightif you come near me again I shall report you all to the watch it was not an idle threat because, like he had told the Slayer, he had connections very high up in the Kislevite nobility as well as important friends in the Empire. The sound of smashing glass sounded from the bar again after what hed said about young Edgar.
Dimitri hadnt been expecting to even see his regular patron tavern owner didnt want trouble knocking on his door from now till whenever. True enough it had been an unfair fight and so on but the middle-aged as soon as the two Slayers entered. He looked at the other dwarf, a younger and more prime looking placed them down by the pair among grumbles and curses about dwarfsaid under his breath of course. When the dwarf ordered a beer he couldnt reject him so he filled up two jugs with ale and was certainly spoken in Khazlid.
It was a dwarfish voice and figure, his crest tall and his muscles certainly in shape. Valerik attempted to open his eye but his head hummed like a swarm of bees and it seemed cut-throats and their knob of a master. He had expected a most unworthy doom from those arms gripping him, and sturdy footsteps taking him back into the foul smelling establishment he had been so rudely thrown from. His ribs ached and he was sure something was broken but ignored the pain when he was again forced to raise himself, powerful as if all the strength hed possessed before the beating had been suddenly snatched away from him.
After a few minutes his eyes hurt less and had began to focus in the fire-lit mirage or that he really was dead, it was a fine figure of a Slayer but more than that After blinking a few times he looked upon the dwarf before him and didnt believe what he saw, thinking it a were not prone to emotion it could be said that tears began to form in his eyes or was it just a trick of the light? Gorrok He croaked in disbelief, his voice rasping from his lungs and his breathing coming in shallow breaths throgh his split lip, though dwarfs and especially Slayers common-room of the tavern, Dimitri placing flagons of ale on the table before them. Gorrok was about to sip his beer when the other dwarf looked up and croaked Valerick...
This was definitely had been. or at least out a single word, which removed all of the younger slayer's previous doubts. The dwarf nodded at the mention of his name and took a deep gulp from his flagon before staring at Valerick unkind to the older dwarf. it seemed the years had been ye we were splitting skulls in tha' wastes!!"
"Aye Valerick, it's been too long, last time ah' saw and smiling, it had been four years since he had lain eyes upon this mighty figure of a slayer... Gorrok grinned and then paused and studied Valerick carefully, noting that his once powerful arms Gorrok doubted that Valerick had seen much use of his blade for a good few years. His axe showed no signs of rust, thanks to the healthy dwarven runes carved into its side, but What have ye been doing for these past four years? What beasts have fallen under the wrath of your axe?" "By Grungni what have ye been up tae ye my friend? Seems like ye've been missing out on all the action! were sagging slightly and his barrel like belly and grown more plump and untoned.
Gorrok took another swig from his drink, keen to hear what his old comrade was going to say, despite the out of shape appearance, Gorrok knew Valerick was a fine dwarf mighty his foe may seem, killing it in glorious combat or die epically in the attempt. Valerick would spit into the eye of death and brandish his axe towards the threat of chaos, however to match, surely the old slayer hadn't just forgotten his oath. The dwarf was as powerful as a mountain and had a will and a mighty one at that, this was a dwarf who would descend into the very pits of hell to right a wrong and carve a grim path to glory. Death by tavern-thugs was no end for a slayer, the dwarf must Valerick to speak.
Gorrok listened carefully, waiting for shocked to see him here and more than a little embarrassed. The dwarf opposite him was surely Gorrok, that was obvious, but Valerik was be having a rough time, it was the only explanation. He ran a hand through his beard and was glad to , and a slap to his face all in one without the other dwarf having to do anything. This was just like a bucket of Kislev ice being thrown over the Slayer, a real kick up the slumped his bearded face in shame, swigging back a huge mouthful of his beer.
It was at this point that the other dwarf realised what he had become and see his axe was still where hed left it. Goats he muttered as he wiped the back of one under the mountains or as if the High Elves now lived happily in the dwarven holds. His eyes looked as if someone had just told him the dwarf race had been blown from make his words almost incomprehensible ahve been getting rairie ivery nicht fer tha hail five years! Ahm so bleck affrontit he began with a start, his dialect combining with his slurred speech to meaty paw from corner to corner of his mouth.
It was a cry of shame and of disgrace that came from his swollen and whit haes become o me as he finally realised what he had become the shame was complete. He slammed his forehead forcefully into the table and, when he rose again, slapped his belly and biceps a tavern, fettering away dwarfish treasure, and getting drunk night after night. Instead of going out and atoning for his sins he had been sitting in bruised face, one that seemed as if it had been forcefully wrenched from him. Thorin Milluzthril, son of the great Griimnur cult, so to speak, and after four long years hadn't come across a heroic, glorious death.
During his trek to the northern wastes with the great Valerick and Gorrok, he became one of their his previous overuse of a pistol, that wasn't his goal. Though his fighting skills with the axe were steadily increasing, due to Milluzthril, was a terrible Slayer. He had journeyed the Old World in search of the most terrifying tasks, the most his body, and much more muscle than he had prior to his transformation into a Slayer. Though this Thorin was far different from his old self, he had a distinct lack of fat on a fierce dragon, which unfortunately didn't end in Thorin's death.
Now, the Slayer has made to Kislev city after an encounter with dangerous areas of the world had not felt the tread of Thorin Milluzthril. Thorin slept in an inn situated beside an alley and a tavern, though he didn't know the a comfortable bed, and by Grimnir he'd get one. But he didn't come here often, this night he wished for and his dream changed to a most dishonourable death and his eyes shot open, as he heard a fight in the back-alley. As the Slayer dreamt of heroic deaths at the hands of great and terrible daemons, and fire wyrms, his dream and the real-world merged true name of it, he called it the "Rickety Inn", even while addressing it's owner.
Thorin took his axe and leapt out of the window but by the time he landed of rightful worry turned into a great smile, and he followed them into the tavern. Gorrok! What was he doing here! Thorin's eyes widened and his weathered face that was just full Valerick started to point out how he had been living, which was in a word: Shameful. The two Slayers, whom he had accompanied on their Journey to the North, started to talk and on the ground the oppressors had left, and a very drunk Slayer, and Gorrok... Thorin turned on his calloused, bare heals and turned to leave, "Guess nows not thae time..." up the older slayer, but no words sprang to mine...
Gorrok nodded sagely at Valerick, he wanted to say something to cheer particularly good at talking. Gorrok was never known for being when a rough voice reminiscient of grinding stone echoed through the tavern in Khalid, Instead he left Valerick to his dark thoughts and yelled for another beer, deserved better, hopefully the old slayer would be back on his feet soon... Gorrok sat in his chair and remained silent, Valerick was a grand dwarf and still he could think of nothing to say.
Gorrok could see how ashamed the dwarf felt but the innkeeper marched over and slammed another flagon onto the table. A human on a nearby table dropped his beer and cursed loudly; about to turn around to face Valerick once more... The dwarf muttered in dwarfish at the man and was yet another familiar figure. when his eye fell upon causing Gorrok to turn around to see what was going on.
There was a dwarf slowly walking out of the tavern, his orange crest of hair was taller than Gorrok had remembered it to be four years ago, but there Gorrok grinned broadly. The other dwarf turned and last encounter? Gorrok gestured for Thorin to take a seat and ordered yet another flagon of ale for his old comrade. By Grimnir! What were the odds of these three slayers meeting up again in a tavern a mere four years after their was no mistaking the figure - after all, the three dwarfs had fought together all the way to the chaos wastes! Gorrok's voice rumbled across the tavern. The innkeep looked
three slayers. had first met Valerick, the human's expressions had been much the same. Gorrok couldn't help but remember the old fat bartender in the tavern where he worried now... Gorrok cackled at the other two dwarfs, "'tis a strange night revealing several crooked and missing teeth, "Carnage!" it can only mean one thing!!" Gorrok grinned crest before downing the contents of his flagon.
The slayer ran a hand through his massive orange indeed, Grimnir knows what bought us three together again... He studied the two dwarfs carefully, Thorin was more muscled now and his crest taller, his hair still did not reach the same height just over forty years now... Gorrok had been a slayer for a slayer for even longer. and Valerick's hair indicated he had been as Valerick's or Gorrok's, but that was to be expected as Thorin had only taken his oath four and a half years ago.
Even so, it looked like Thorin eldest slayer would make of Thorins arrival. Gorrok looked at Valerick, waiting to see what the you could cut the tension between them with a knife. The silence between the two expanded and increased until it seemed that had kept himself busy. It was clear that Valerik was ashamed and it was also clear that Dimitri looked to have two Slayers in the tavernespecially one who was in trouble with the local spoilt rich kid.
He didnt pay much attention when a nearby manling clumsily dropped his mug, which was typical, but did notice how miffed Milluzthril?" His head snapped bolt upright to glare at the hefty figure now approaching the pair through the hacking crowd of humans and fellow dwarfs. He heard Gorrok curse the man in dwarfish and then heard something he hadnt expected to ever hear again as long as he lived "Thorin? Thorin Gorrok didnt know much at all about the art of friendly conversation. Dimitris features showed an expression of pure terror, his eyes popping out of time hed met the fellow Slayer (along with Orothrim) and his bloodied lips turning into a friendly grimace. He was sure Gorrok was thinking exactly the same as he was, his mind going back to the very first shocked than he had before, and Valerik watched as Thorin sat down before them.
It widened when Gorrok jested about what would now ensue, with Dimitri looking even more his head, and his mouth looking as if he was silently screaming. For sure he had changed, his crest had grown somewhat and his body was more muscle than fat, but he still looked almost than this sack of bones? It was a joke and most dwarfs enjoyed a bit of sarcastic jibing now and again. Weel bless my soulis this truly Thorin? He looked the newcomer up and down with feigned shock surely he would look better and starlit night. walked through the full moon the same and Valerik decided to take this chance to get a bit more laughter out of his wrecked body.
The shine created by the combined night lights made the leaves rustle and dust rise. Every little breath of wind made the small stones and dirt of the earth scatter. Sturdy leather boots combined with long determined strides made the shadows look weak and frail but still rather foreboding. The very grass seemed to be parting to and then the land that was behind him.
Pale blue eyes scanned the land set before him left behind on his long road. Memories of footfalls long gone, friends and family allow the elf to pass through. Shaking his head and turning away his thoughts from such saddening things, the town itself. Finally, the elf arrived in individuals walked along the cobbled streets.
Crowds of rather drunk people and angered the Asur continued his walk to the nearby set town. drew back his hood to reveal his almost silken features and his pointed ears, his long approached by several women offering him a night of 'pleasure'. Soon after however, he pulled back up his hood after being cities of this sort. No peace for elves in blond hair tumbled down like a waterfall of molten gold caught in the purest moonlight.
His eyes rested on a tavern managed to make this impression. At least on the outside it on the inside. wondered how it would be which looked enjoyable enough. He opened the door and and asked politely for a red wine before laying down some coin on the counter.
He did not look around to the assembled crowds and instead simply went over to the bar around the group in the common room. Whilst waiting for his drink the Asur looked strode in purposefully. Many were assembled there; Humans, Dwarfs dwarfish slayers sitting together behind massive tankards of ale. He was most surprised to see what looked like three talking to them after his drink.
The elf observed them, intrigued and considered and even a few Elves. Three Dwarfs of such a status would not simply convene the 'seekers of doom'. It was not the way of the ale they could possible get their hands on. They would however, meet by chance and simply drink all in a tavern for the sake of pleasure.
Hopefully they would not seek a brawl when he would examined his old friend, Surely he would look better than this sack of bones? Weel bless my soulis this truly Thorin? Valerick, the old Slayer asked in shock as he ale an' food fer some time naew. Thorin laughed heartiy, "Aye, I've been without some good attempt to strike up a conversation with them. An' you, Gorrok, yer looking betta' if two been up to, I haven't seen ye since the wastes?"
Ye two make mae feel like an amateur! Now what 'ave ye World's Edge Mountains, slew many a greenskinn'd beast but lived to tell the tale. Gorrok answered first proudly, "Weel, after Valerick took oot that Chaos scum, I waent to the I didn't say so meself. Surely it must be thae work of Grimnir that we stiel state, and he said, "It's thae will of thae ancestor gods, nothin' else. Valerick looked up from his ale and seemed to be temporarily out of his drunken fer our merry 'lil group?"
I wonder what they 'ave in store are alieve an' weel, but what could bae thae reason?" Thorin was at a loss for words and so continued the conversation, "An' Valerick, what 'ad just he took another swig from his tankard. "Jus' them bloody 'umans again," he grumbled as beer from the nervous bartender, it was quite comical actually. The least experienced Slayer decided to drop the subject and ordered another 'appened out in thaet there alley?" the Slayer pointed behind him with a thick thumb.
He was shaking heavily as he poured into the tankard and when Thorin held Valerick through a fit of laughter. "Dimitri! Get a 'old of yerself!" cried out explained the fight in only a few words, Thorin seemed to go very silent. The three Slayers explained what they had been doing to the newest addition and, when Valerik out a coin to pay he took a great step back in fright. He wasnt sure if it was his hearing or if Thorins accent really had changed along with his appearance, this caused a chuckle at Dimitri with a wink, he turned to the others for a moment an ah suggest ye do the same.
Ahll be retiring fer tha nicht he snorted, getting down from his chair with a thud and shooting a cheerful look or the cold as he moved the blanket aside and started to walk downstairs from his rat-infested room in this tavern. Morning came quickly with the rising of the morning sun over Kislev, though it was still freezing, Valerik didnt feel either the warmth from the elder Slayer who had been born in the north, to hear the northern dialect just come out of nowhere. His eyes fell upon the two Slayers who had either slept in the that he was still very afraid of having three Slayers in his establishment. By the look of Dimitris expression he could believe both of those choices and or had gotten so drunk that they had merely fallen asleep where they sat.
Most of the nights patrons had left but a few seemed to be hanging around common room or may even have been there all through the night. This morning Valerik had a clear head as he leapt the last two steps and to unfold the letter and, to his shock, it was written in dwarfish runes! Eyes scanned it and he began to read in a low voice: He took the unmarked parchment in one hammy fist and walked over to where the other two Slayers were sat morning he grunted as he slid his finger abandoned on the isle on Lustria many years ago after the wars of vengeance. I have recently come into the knowledge of a rare artefact, considered lost, that was was about to walk past the bar when Dimitri handed him a small envelope.
It is my opinion that it contains great power and should to the brim with gold and treasures beyond the wildest imaginings of man or dwarf. It is known to be guarded by vicious monsters and, as everyone knows, Lustria is filled quest to retrieve it, I shall know if you do. I shall send you further messages if you decide to undertake a be recovered in the name of the dwarven people. Valerik passed the letter to the others and asked Dimitri who had delivered the letter a dwarf, though he was rather skinny and didnt seem as it removed the fake beard and threw it aside.
So, you did it then? The small figure before Edgar nodded to be one I delivered it as ordered sir. Chaos worshipping Halflings were very uncommon but this just happened all that comfortable with his beard this made the eldest Slayer chuckle an throw a joking look at Thorin what dyer think laddys? It had been a devious plan and would get rid of those meddling Slayers once and for all! Last night the Halfling, disguised as a know what it contained Little did anyone, except he, a rather important dwarfish artefact lost during the war of vengeance in nowhere other than Lustria.
Through years of research (and a little help from his patron God) Edgars father Mortimer had discovered dwarf, had delivered the letter straight into the hands of the innkeeper and ordered it to be given to the elderly Slayer personally. With such a cunning mind he had written the exact location and a description of it on would be very rich and in the possession of a powerful artefact. If they died in the attempt then all the better but, if not, they would not come to pass. Though Mortimer was certain the second option the letter so that if this would seal the dwarfs dooms once and for all.
A smile spread across the young knobs lips and a wince of pain flashed way; she had exceeding beauty and a charisma matched by no one else. His eyes turned to look at his sister, a young lady perfect in every he turned away and walked off towards his familys grand gardens, a huge hoot heard long after hed gone. He reached over and gripped her long flowing hair, planting a kiss on her lips, and smiling to her as about his expression as his shoulder was shoved forcefully back into its socket. Gorrok glanced up as he saw Valerick walk into the common room, the eldest slayer glad to be back with the two slayers again and was keen to head off once more on their doom-seeking journey.
Valerick walked over to the table and a grunted a greeting, Gorrok responded in kind and leant back on his chair, he was eyes as he studied the paper carefully. Valerick ripped open the letter and widened his trudged down the wooden stairs and was given an envelope from the innkeeper. He began to read out the letter in fluent Khazild and Gorrok listened intently, it message Gorrok craved. just the kind of strange envelope, Dimitri spoke carefully, still unhappy that he had three slayers sitting in his inn.
Valerick passed the parchment to Gorrok and turned to the innkeep and politely asked who delivered the was a strange message, speaking of a dwarfen artefact, treasures and vicious monsters... A dwarf, though he was rather skinny and didnt his two slayer companions. Valercik chuckled and turned back to in perfect dwarfish and certainly looked real enough. Gorrok had been studying the letter closely, it was written seem all that comfortable with his beard.
Khazlild was not usually praticed by humans and Gorrok couldnt help but pondered for a moment before speaking. Gorrok leant his massive frame forward and eyes twinkled slightly as he spoke in Khazild so that he was not overheard. As always his voice was gruff and sounded similar to the grating of stones, his wonder how the messenger had found the three slayers so swiftly. "Vicious monsters, piles o'gold an a quest for tha' dwarven people, could ye ask for a more rewarding quest? It only has positive outcomes; our own mighty dooms passing the paper to Thorin.
Gorrok gave a broad grin before dwarfen runes shone eerily in the early mornings sun and could be seen reflected in Gorroks dark eyes. He ran a ham like hand through his gigantic orange crest before patting his axe blade fondly, the axe's at tha' hands of Lustria's ferocious monsters, or, being remebered for all enternity for bringing back a powerful dwarf artefact to tha' halls of our kin." "Ah'm up for it! If theres killing resounding 'thump, thump' as he ascended to their room. The eldest Slayer trudged up the stairs, creating a loud, he tore it open and read furiously, his eyes widening at every new word.
He came into the room with an important message passed on from the innkeeper and tae be done, ah'm there." "A dwarf, though he was rather skinny and didnt him reading the leader in grumbling Khazlid. What dyer think laddys? Valerik asked Gorrok upon own mighty dooms at tha' hands of Lustria's ferocious monsters, or, being remebered for all enternity for bringing back a powerful dwarf artefact to tha' halls of our kin. Gorrok spoke then, without looking up, "Vicious monsters, piles o'gold an a quest for tha' dwarven people, could ye ask for a more rewarding quest? It only has positive outcomes; our seem all that comfortable with his beard.
Ah'm up for it! If theres killing tae be done, ah'm there," I'll bae," the Slayer started to grumble and then turned his head down to face the floor to think, "Valerik... "Aye.." Thorin mumbled slowly as he read the letter, "The Southlan's o' Lustria," he said with a roll on the 'r', "Weel thin dwarf uncomfortable with it's beard?" Dontcha thiank it's a wee bit odd, a the Slayer exclaimed before handing the message over to Thorin The old Slayer nodded, but then seemed to shake it off and Gorrok spoke, " 'Oo cares 'oo up in Lustria? An' 'oo's M?" Thorin inquired.
"An' what is this artefact? How did it en' Dwarfen instincts for gold, and his own bloodthirsty ways. He was growing more and more unsure, despite his natural delivered it, there's killing an' a great dwarfen arefact dating back tae the War of Vengeance!" Valerik nodded again, "Aye by standing here he took the letter once more from Thorin and contemplated it carefully. "Aye laddy, many questions..." he said with a slight growl but we winna find tha answer juist about the letter with his gut telling him something was most certainly up.
As usual Thorin was all for it but, like Thorin; he was not too sure laddy, many questions..." Yer certaint it wis a dwarf He said, his eyes fixing on the innkeeper who merely it to begin with even though it held no relevance at all to the current situation. At that very moment Valerik was thinking about Thorins accent and how the bloody hell hed gotten tae hiv ta find oot oorsels Dimitri had never gotten used to the Slayers way of speaking and accidentally poured some of the beer into the podgy mans lap. After musing about the letter and the dialect for a moment he shook his head, his beard waggling, and rolled the parchment up in one fist ah jalouse were gaun nodded a quick yes and turned to serve a overweight looking man at the bar.
Apologies were said and a cloth was handed to the man who, for a split each dwarf should pack what he had, collect supplies, and prepare to move out as soon as possible. Finally done thinking Valerik turned to the other two suppliesan we need thaim eenou this was the signal that broadly. Gorrok grinned second, stared at the trio with something similar to hatred in his eyes. He didnt trust the letter, it stank worse than a elf's ego, but he came to ambush of orcish warriors, which suited him perfectly.
For all he knew they could be led into an to killing, and hopefully, a grand death. Whatever the case was, this letter would lead the conclusion that he couldn't give a goblins fart who the letter was from. "Suppliesan we need thaim eenou Valerick muttered to when Thorin spoke in a thick Norsca accent. Gorrok couldn't help but notice the elder dwarf's intrigued look world edge mountains and spoke with plain gruff voices.
The majority of dwarfs in the old world lived on the the other two slayers in thick Khazild. Valerick on the other hand was from the stone holds to the far north and had obtained a very light accent, which was nowhere near as thick as Valericks, but still evident in some pronunciations. Gorrok's grandfather had also originated from the north and lived around Gorrok for most of his life, as a result Gorrok how drastically Thorin's voice had changed. The slayer was a little shocked to see had a peculiar dialect which was tough for even some fellow dwarfs to follow.
Gorrok snapped back to the present and nodded at Valerick, he paused for a tha' road with ye Valerick... "Its good tae be back on will finally find tha' mighty deaths we all crave now that our axes are together once more." ye're the grandest slayer ah've ever met." he grinned at Throin before continuing, "Ah'm sure tha' three of us moment before speaking the words he wanted to utter the previous day. The dwarf turned on his heel and trudged proudly to the tavern determination.
and pure noticing that yesterdays thugs had disappeared, probably to recover from the slayers furious beating. Gorrok booted open the tavern door and stood outside, taking a deep breath of the air, exit, he already had everything he needed; an axe, a direction... Soon they would be on the road again; soon they would it would probably be wise to buy some food supplies before heading out. Gorrok spat onto the ground before looking towards the ally leading to the market, once more, waiting for the others to emerge.
The dwarf turned around to look into the tavern be fighting monsters and finding their long sought dooms.