Post by mugenkira on Nov 12, 2013 23:00:33 GMT
One day wanderlust took me over, I left the comfort of my throne and my crown, leaving that in the chest by my side and prepared for travel with what I would need to last for as long as I cared for. For travel becomes a luxury to those with enough skill to survive. I set my sites past the center-tree as I had went the opposite way before and was greeted only by barren lands and frozen wastes. After many nights of travel and resting in the trees of my people I came upon a man being attacked atop a tree by the undead. I helped him fight free of the evil ones and noticed something different about this man.
"Hail my friend, what brings you out this way?" I said and he replied in an accent I could not mistake.
"Hail, I am Urist Mugsilvered, and I am searchin' for a place to trade." He replied in his thick accent. I have traveled only with one Dwarf before and I did not expect to see one for a while nonetheless outside of any mountainhome. He seemed like an honest man by his trade and his stature was that as a man that could fell a giant. I decided to lead him to my home and if he proved to be a threat I would dispatch him silently. It turns out that that threat would never come to be, thank Armok and my Ancestors. We traveled for three days. The first day we hid out for the night to pass in a hole in the ground. It felt so odd to me, but Urist enterprising as he is just set up a lava pit, two furnaces, and a crafting table within a minute. I was impressed.
"Well this is... Different." I said trying not to show my discomfort at not being able to see the sky.
"Aye, well it feels cozy, just like home." He remarked back, I sat in a corner of the hole and munched on a potato.
"I only was with another Dwarf once. His tribe was called the Copperbottoms. They had holes in the mountains but it was covered and made form metal." By this time when all was said and done day had come and we went again on our merry way. The next day was perilous as we had to traverse the Land of Canyons, which is filled with great chasms that are carved into the earth. After we fell in a few holes and had to claw our way back out we came upon the coastline... And I giant stone foot.
"Hlallu, the hell is that?" Urist said. I simply shrugged as we investigated, thinking it was at first a giant stone boot. As we marveled at who could have made it we found out by taking out some choice stones you could find a staircase inside that led to the top. As we reached the top we saw the giant structure as it was, a giant foot made from rough and mossy stone. We decided to leave a sign marking that we had found it and the date we did. And then things got a tad silly.
"This is a poor idea, but I used to be the junior cliff-diving champion..." Urist said casually as he jumped from the top of the giant foot and fell safely into the water. I decided to try the same and instead of the uncanny grace of the Dwarves dive I tripped down the mountain of mossy stone. Thankfully I was not injured.
"Your a damn fool for tryin' that." I agreed wholeheartedly as I stood up and shook myself free of any shock I received from the fall. We later remarked on the legend of the Titans, the giants before the beginning of time in this world and how I thought this could be part of one. We never dismissed it but the conversation turned to shelter for the night.
"Have you ever slept in a tree?" I asked.
"No, I would be daft to do that." He said back to me on the ground, I was already up in the tree.
"You should try it once, the branches give you amazing support and the leaves are more comfortable than any luxury." Reluctantly he joined me in the tree.
"Dwarves never sleep, but I do agree we should rest up." Urist said. I looked at him puzzlingly.
"Well if so, do Dwarves dream?" He pondered on this for a while.
"We get our inspiration from short spasms of genius. Something Humans call 'Daydreaming'." I rolled around onto my belly and looked at him.
"Ah, a Mantra. Elves don't need to sleep either." I rolled around and looked up at the stars.
"However I prefer to sleep, I prefer to dream. You should try it, and if you dream then you'll see why I do." Reluctantly the Dwarf lay down to sleep. That night I dreamt of two warriors in armor as black as iron and as large as mountains marching in a land of ash against a giant being of swirling wind and light. Billowing and blowing and destroying all in it's path until it saw the two warriors. I then was woken up by a great crash and saw Urist up and half asleep staring with his axe out at some large boulders on the ground. He grumbled.
"Hrm. My bad." He said to me.
"Well damn Urist. That was better than a rooster. It's morning already." I remarked as the burning orange sun blazed across the horizon, breaking the threshold of the trees and searing the undead in a blaze of cleansing light and warming our faces with glorious light. We set off again and after another day and night of travel we reached a queer site. The remains of a Dwarf just outside of Elfhome. Urist took the remains and buried them. I said a quick prayer and then Urist took over. Saying a prayer of his people and leaving a bident shaped tombstone for his fallen brother, who we knew not trade nor name. I still stop by that grave to this day. That day we came upon our lands and I led him to the Greenfort, welcoming him to my lands and my brothers lands. Many of my Elf brothers where out, and Urist, impatient as he is, left before any trading could be done for human lands. He wished my blade sharp and I wished his bow taught as we parted ways. I told him he would always be welcome in the house of Hlallu.
"Hail my friend, what brings you out this way?" I said and he replied in an accent I could not mistake.
"Hail, I am Urist Mugsilvered, and I am searchin' for a place to trade." He replied in his thick accent. I have traveled only with one Dwarf before and I did not expect to see one for a while nonetheless outside of any mountainhome. He seemed like an honest man by his trade and his stature was that as a man that could fell a giant. I decided to lead him to my home and if he proved to be a threat I would dispatch him silently. It turns out that that threat would never come to be, thank Armok and my Ancestors. We traveled for three days. The first day we hid out for the night to pass in a hole in the ground. It felt so odd to me, but Urist enterprising as he is just set up a lava pit, two furnaces, and a crafting table within a minute. I was impressed.
"Well this is... Different." I said trying not to show my discomfort at not being able to see the sky.
"Aye, well it feels cozy, just like home." He remarked back, I sat in a corner of the hole and munched on a potato.
"I only was with another Dwarf once. His tribe was called the Copperbottoms. They had holes in the mountains but it was covered and made form metal." By this time when all was said and done day had come and we went again on our merry way. The next day was perilous as we had to traverse the Land of Canyons, which is filled with great chasms that are carved into the earth. After we fell in a few holes and had to claw our way back out we came upon the coastline... And I giant stone foot.
"Hlallu, the hell is that?" Urist said. I simply shrugged as we investigated, thinking it was at first a giant stone boot. As we marveled at who could have made it we found out by taking out some choice stones you could find a staircase inside that led to the top. As we reached the top we saw the giant structure as it was, a giant foot made from rough and mossy stone. We decided to leave a sign marking that we had found it and the date we did. And then things got a tad silly.
"This is a poor idea, but I used to be the junior cliff-diving champion..." Urist said casually as he jumped from the top of the giant foot and fell safely into the water. I decided to try the same and instead of the uncanny grace of the Dwarves dive I tripped down the mountain of mossy stone. Thankfully I was not injured.
"Your a damn fool for tryin' that." I agreed wholeheartedly as I stood up and shook myself free of any shock I received from the fall. We later remarked on the legend of the Titans, the giants before the beginning of time in this world and how I thought this could be part of one. We never dismissed it but the conversation turned to shelter for the night.
"Have you ever slept in a tree?" I asked.
"No, I would be daft to do that." He said back to me on the ground, I was already up in the tree.
"You should try it once, the branches give you amazing support and the leaves are more comfortable than any luxury." Reluctantly he joined me in the tree.
"Dwarves never sleep, but I do agree we should rest up." Urist said. I looked at him puzzlingly.
"Well if so, do Dwarves dream?" He pondered on this for a while.
"We get our inspiration from short spasms of genius. Something Humans call 'Daydreaming'." I rolled around onto my belly and looked at him.
"Ah, a Mantra. Elves don't need to sleep either." I rolled around and looked up at the stars.
"However I prefer to sleep, I prefer to dream. You should try it, and if you dream then you'll see why I do." Reluctantly the Dwarf lay down to sleep. That night I dreamt of two warriors in armor as black as iron and as large as mountains marching in a land of ash against a giant being of swirling wind and light. Billowing and blowing and destroying all in it's path until it saw the two warriors. I then was woken up by a great crash and saw Urist up and half asleep staring with his axe out at some large boulders on the ground. He grumbled.
"Hrm. My bad." He said to me.
"Well damn Urist. That was better than a rooster. It's morning already." I remarked as the burning orange sun blazed across the horizon, breaking the threshold of the trees and searing the undead in a blaze of cleansing light and warming our faces with glorious light. We set off again and after another day and night of travel we reached a queer site. The remains of a Dwarf just outside of Elfhome. Urist took the remains and buried them. I said a quick prayer and then Urist took over. Saying a prayer of his people and leaving a bident shaped tombstone for his fallen brother, who we knew not trade nor name. I still stop by that grave to this day. That day we came upon our lands and I led him to the Greenfort, welcoming him to my lands and my brothers lands. Many of my Elf brothers where out, and Urist, impatient as he is, left before any trading could be done for human lands. He wished my blade sharp and I wished his bow taught as we parted ways. I told him he would always be welcome in the house of Hlallu.