A Cold Night in Highhold Pass
by Trovar Forgemaster

"Brrrr, the night is cold Agg," I said with ice formin on me beard, "me milk is even freezin."

"Have an ale Trov," chuckles Agger.

"Bah, old Vex be here soon..." as frost from a Soothsayer slams into me back.

"Die dogface!!!" goes Agger's cry as our friend Ladie begins to cast her dark spells.

Another Brawler then another shows its ugly face and we spill their blood upon the rock, "To Brell wit ye!!"

Ladie screams out as a shaman begins to pummel her and I join into the fray without a care.

"Dammit," cries Agger, "someone slams me wit a fire blast!" as the Erudian, Labirontomorpha, fades into view. Agger runs to him swinging his Claymore of Bone but a Champion comes between them and attacks.

Agger, being mortally wounded is in trouble for the Erud is beginnin to cast agin.

"By Brell ye wont have me Agger burnt wizzie!" and I chant for Brell's mightiest of blessings and my touch soothes Agger's wounds and he rushes off to smash him a wizzie. I turn to the Champion takin hit after hit, savin Ladie's butt agin and agin.

"He's invis agin," Agger states, "pack yer gear, as I have."

"Will, right after this son of a dog," I grin, "and after that Sooth on the hill."

All of us step to the Soothsayer bleedin and tired. Fire engulfs me and we know that dark Erudian is back. The Soothsayer keeps smashin, Agger goes to the wiz and I pack me gear knowin that Brell's forge awaits me.

More fire, Agg's claymore is just to slow, the gnoll may take me but I go to retreat. More fire.

The Soothsayer smells me blood and doesn't want me to leave and the roots entwine my feet.

Most of my gear packed, one more bag to do, more fire...

A dwarf in splendid armor stands before me blockin the forges heat.

"Return to Highhold brave Trovar yer work aint done," speaks the great one, "Agger needs ye as does ye Thane. Go back and live to serve me well..."

High Keep comes into view and I am off to the gnolls like a spirit in the fog. My cold body lies there and then I notice the gift from me Thane is gone.

Me ring to enhane me strength and dexterity to move me hefty body is gone.

"Aye, Agger it be a cold night in Highhold," I say, as one of them messenger faeries shows up and says that brother Grimcrag is coming to join us.

"Good maybe he can bring flint and steel to start a fire, hehehehe"

Trovar