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Paths of Wonder

Post by Arithel 98 » Thu Dec 15, 2016 7:16 pm

A warm mountain breeze cascaded down massive granite cliffs meeting the cool mist of the sword coast. It was early morning, dew drops and droplets of sea water rested precariously on the blazen red beard of this shield dwarf as his eyes gazed on the winding staircase leading to the Golden Halls.
"This will be my new home" Grymsur thought to himself as the trading vessel slid ashore. " A place to call home, a place to build my own legacy, a place to find myself."
The burly dwarf grabbed his bag and twin axes and hefted them onto his back. Jumping ashore, he began his ascent, striding up the stairs with fervor to see the halls his Uncle Kilinus had told him so much about. To meet his fellow kin, and to see what the Isle of Arelith truly had in store for him.
He came amongst the massive statues of his gods, his eyes widening with wonder, and a smile that spanded ear to ear. He pushed open the massive golden hall doors and stepped foot for the first time in a new hall, in a new home.


The gods had fated this, he could tell. Marthammor blessed this endeavor. Upon entering, kin granted Grymsur with a warm embrace. The first kinsmen he ran into was Ursullir Grimskald. Immediately she saw within him the features of his uncle. Her eyes beamed with utter happiness. She was so happy to have another of the Clan Rhek amongst the Halls. Kilinus was former Warden and still devoted to the Golden halls to this day, giving Grymsur much to live up to.

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Re: Paths of Wonder

Post by Arithel 98 » Thu Dec 29, 2016 2:25 am

And so Brogendenstein welcomed me, a pathfinder, with open arms.
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Re: Paths of Wonder

Post by Arithel 98 » Sat Dec 31, 2016 12:56 pm

His twin axes would reach out, tearing at any flesh unfortunate enough to find its way into their reach.
"Get him!" Shouted one of the Xvart leaders. As the small war band of Xvarts made their way to Grymsur he simply smiled and twirled and axe before dashing forward shouldering one Xvart to the ground. He rolled his body as the Xvart let out a pained gasp of air, the last breath the Xvart would take as Grymsur lodged his axe deep into the Xvarts skull.
By this point two more Xvarts had flanked Grymsur on each side. Grymsur rolled forward bringing his axes up, blocking the mace wielded by on of the Xvarts. The Xvart then stopped his jaw hitting the floor, and Grymsur axe hitting his chest. Behind Grymsur the last Xvart was screaming in horrid pain, the sight being that which stopped the other Xvart in his tracks. Grymor, a feral boar had dashed out from the shadows of the caverns and gored the Xvart sending his entrails slewn across the caverns floor.
Grymsur kept a few small sweetberries in his pocket and as he strung his axe to his hip, he offered a few small berries to the boar. The boar huffed, clearly still affected with the adrenaline from goring the Xvart, Grymor slowly approached Grymsur and slowly took the sweetberries from his hand.
Grymsur patiently sat and fed the boar, both catching their breath, covered in blood.
"Ye be ah good lit'l pig," Grymsur said and spoke briefly to the boar.
After catching his breath, Grymsur rose and attempted to continue on his new path. Behind him the boar crept along, and so began a true friendship between the two. The darkened cavern their destination, the journey of discovering themselves the true goal.

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Re: Paths of Wonder

Post by Arithel 98 » Tue Feb 28, 2017 4:32 pm

The black omnipotent raven soared across the sea sprite filled sky surrounding the cliffs of Brogendenstein. Quickly the bird dove down like a heavy raindrop only to spread it's wings and soar onto it's perch, Grymsur's gloved forearm.

"There there, ye are a good litt'l bird " he said in a low melody of caws. Grymsur gave the raven a small chunk of rabbit meat he'd freshly caught and went about breaking down camp and removing any remnants that it had existed. The cool winds were coming down the mountain letting a slight drizzle fall on the trackless sea. He knew this meant that the heavy snows had already taken hold of the mountain and letting out what could only be described as a happy grunt, he shouldered his pack and began his ascent.

The mountain was unforgiving, paths were overrun with fresh snows and small avalanches from the spires peaks. Grymsur sunk his axes into a stonewall bypassing the long arduous track through the snow in favor of climbing a 400 ft cliff face.

The rocks gave way at one moment, Grymsur gripping tightly onto the axe that was still lodged into the stone. He then almost effortlessly swung up and dug his hands into the snow, hitting dirt and stone beneath, and pulled himself up. He came up behind a set of elderberry bushes and happily began to sit and pluck them from the bush, storing them in a small satchel, and eating the occasional perfectly ripened berry.

In the distance shouting could be hear, the First Mountaineer of Brogendenstein turned his do us towards it. Berries dropped from the branch, falling silently into the snow. Echoes of a distant bear could be discerned but that was the other direction. Grymsur carefully picked up his axes, and began to silently stalk through the thicket of forest he was in towards the sound.

He came upon a small path with two solid lines running through the fresh snow; a caravan of some sort to be sure. Along the thicket he trekked, at this point the shouting had subsided, and as he rounded a bend a slumped human body greeted him, poorly hidden on the side of the path. A melted pile of Crimson snow was observed beneath the body. Grymsur ran to the body and flipped it over. An arrow was lodged in the knee and the man's throat slit by a blade.
Grymsur quickly closed the man's eyes and placed one of the elderberries into the man's hands, saying a quick prayer to Marthammor before moving with haste through the thicket on the trail of the caravan.

He came upon a small clearing, the caravan resting silently within. Looking around and not seeing any movement, Grymsur sat, taking in his surroundings. A small pond lied to the north, the cliff edge behind him, and the spires east and west.
A twig snapped about 200 yards north.
Grymsur tighten his grip on his axes, then released them silently pulling his crossbow affixed to his lower back. Notching a bolt, he sat and waited. The sounds of something moving through the woods approaching the caravan.

A bloodstained Duergar emerged from a small group of evergreen shrubs. Swigging what appeared to be a small canteen of water.

His face immediately turned to a scowl, he leveled his bow and slowed his breathing. The Duergar began to rifle through the caravan. As the Duergar pulled itself onto the side of the caravan, Grymsur let loose the bolt, sinking the enchanted bolt deep into the Duergar's middle back near his spine.
The Duergar let out a howl and turned bearing his teeth towards Grymsur's position and immediately casted a spell of invisibility.
Grymsur dropped his crossbow in favor of his axes and rushed from behind the large thicket of sapling oaks he hid behind. The enchanted bolt did it's job well, although he could not see the duergar, the enchanted bolt gave off a light that allowed him to know a general area and movement.
The duergar ran through the evergreen shrubs back towards the pond. It was here Grymsur followed and here that the spell wore off, the Duergar awaited Grymsur, now garnishing two wicked shorts words in each hand.
Grymsur smiled.
"This'll beh fun" he said to himself.
"Run now ye worthless o' Moradin " the duergar shouted, "Only Laduguer shall win t'is day"
Grymsur cracked his neck and simply rushed forth, a flurry of movement from his axes.
The two fought scoring slight hits against one another for a period of time.
Grymsur swung low and spun, the axe catching the duergars Achilles tendon.
He fell to his back, "nae oi yield" he said setting his short swords down beside him.
Grymsur yielded. Still grasping firmly onto his axes he approached the duergar. "What be yer name and why ye 'ere. Oi presume ye be de one t'at killed DE man back t'ere?"
"Aye, Oi did oit, and would again te tell honor Laduguer, and Oi be delivered trader o' de dark Laguer Steelskin. "said the duergar.
Grymsur was at the Duergars feet, he bent down slightly to hear the duergar better. In doing so, exposing himself. The duergar took his chance quickly grasping his swords and attempted to drive them through Grymsur's gut. Grymsur spun to his right, his leather armor only slowing the swords slight as they pierced his left leg.
Grymsur spun back to his left and spun the axe in his right hand over his head slamming it squarely in the duergars face. Bloodspewed out like a firework and then seaped down from the wound surrounding the duergar head. Grymsur fell onto his arse and looked around.

The forest was silent as if nothing had happened. The wind howled through the trees. Grymsur grabbed a few berries and began chewing them, sticking the chewed berries into his wound.

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Re: Paths of Wonder

Post by Arithel 98 » Sat Mar 11, 2017 1:40 pm

The heat bore felon heavily onto the forest canopy, a convalescent mist forming in the floor beneath. Beading droplets of sweat dripped from Grymsur's face and beard.
The soaked dwarf silently crept along, bush by bush, tree to tree. He lowered his crossbow and felt along the ground , his fingers running through a small puddle of mud, the puddle shaped in that of a paw.
Glancing down briefly he noted the soft impression and it's outline.
"Jaguar te be sure ," he thought to himself.
Leaves rustle near him, quickly he spins around, the Jaguar leaping atop him. If not for his leathers, the jaguar would have torn through his skin as it pinned Grymsur to the forest floor. Letting out a roar, the jaguar lunged for his throat, rolling left he was able to free a shoulder and shove his crossbow sideways. The Jaguars massive jaws snapping portions of the wood, breaking the firing shaft.
"Get DE 'ell off meh " he shouted. The Jaguar pulled back and attempted to swat at Grymsur.

This was his only chance, he spun his other shoulder free, and quickly grabbed the bolt sitting notched in the crossbow, taking it by the head, he lunged up. The Jaguars paw swiped behind his head, the forearm smacking against Grymsurs skull sending a shower of sweat out sideways. He shoved the bolt head up deep into the Jaguars gut. Roaring in pain, the jaguar jumped back and attempted to run off, wincing with each step it took.
Grymsur collected himself a moment and let the ringing of his head stop. He slowly grabbed at his axes, shaking his head.
"Farkin t'ing, 'it's bloodeh 'ard" he thought to himself.
He pulled himself up and looked around, the Jaguar now gone he sighed. Looking to the ground, he followed the trail of blood left by the jaguar behind a bush.
For the next two hours he cursed to himself as he tracked the paw prints and blood trail of the Jaguar that had just beset upon him.

Grymsur came upon a small encampment of thick bramble, logs, and numerous vines, if one didn't know better they'd call it a small cavern. The creatures den.

The jaguar lay panting heavily, loosing most of its blood the powerful feline lay decrepit, a weak for of itself. Grymsur let out a sigh at the pain it had suffered. He slowly spoke to the cat, "Oi dinnae wish ye tell suffer. Oi try te speak tell ye, only te 'Ave ye pounce on meh."
The jaguar out a set of low growls and chuffs.
"I assumed you hunting me, my lands corrupted by the Yuan-tis my cubs were hungry, I had to feed them" the beast said in between deep breaths.
"Oi know Oi know" Grymsur said fighting back a tear from the thick bodied dwarf.
The two cubs came out, no more than 12 weeks old, small fluff Pufferfish of spotted fur; they began to lick the mother jaguars wounds trying to stem the bleeding.
Grymsur apologized to the Jaguar yet again.
"Do one thing for me" the beast asked of Grymsur.
"Aye" Grymsur slowly chuffed back.
"See that my cubs are taken care of"
Grymsur nodded and picked up the two cubs taking them outside the small den.
He re-entered, tears streaming down his now rosy cheeks.
"Oi be sorry", he said as caressed the head of the almost lifeless jaguar. He pulled out his skinning knife and quickly and easily shoved it through the back of the Jaguars neck and deep into its akull.
The blood ran deep into the dirt pad of the thicket. The Cubs called out.
Grymsur moved the body of the Jaguar and returned the Cubs to the safety of the thicket.
Ye two will be alroigh' he chuffed at them. Oi be right back fer ye.

Grymsur picked up his axes, gripped them tightly and began a March through the peat moss toward the blighted lands that the Yuan-ti had plagued; tears rolling down his large cheeks.

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