Post by brali on Sept 22, 2009 4:14:04 GMT -5
Brali sat down at the homely house enjoying the hospitality. He always liked Rivendell. He observed the dancing elves and how joyous everybody was. He had just travelled here from the Lone Lands, so Rivendell was a nice reward. As he sat back into his chair almost ready to doze off. A hooded fellow came in. From a distance he thought it was maybe a man, but looking closer he saw that this was a dwarf.
''Master Brali! Master Brali!'' The dwarf cried distraught and Panic ridden. The dwarf looked to be of a middle age dwarf with his long brown beard braided ten fold.
''What is it lad? Why the need to shout?'' Brali replied in an inquisitive and sophisticated tone and manner. Puffing smoke from his pipe and blowing it into the air watching as it floats off.
''Your brother Froth Far He has been slain by goblins!'' The hooded dwarf cried out.
Brali's jaw dropped. He let go of his pipe landing onto the floor. He tried to say something but his mouth just wouldn't let him. He shed a tear. ''Where did he fall?'' Brali said in anger and rage.
''In the Misty Mountains, me and him were attacked by the goblins. We dealt with most of them but then one of them managed to thrust his blade into Froth Far. They dragged him of no doubt to the Goblin town. I had to flee otherwise I would neither be here to!''
Brali looked to the dwarf and felt like thrusting his axe into his gut. But he saw that the dwarf was a good lad and realised that it was not his fault.
''Its Alright lad, I understand.'' With that Brali got up. He walked down the hallway to his quarters and gatherd his things. He suited up in his leather. The last things he got were his two axes. He kissed them and then sheathed them.
''Looks like I have a meeting with the goblins then.''
Brali trudged outside to be greeted by the rain Brali paid no heed to it and walked of to the Misty Mountains.
''Master Brali! Master Brali!'' The dwarf cried distraught and Panic ridden. The dwarf looked to be of a middle age dwarf with his long brown beard braided ten fold.
''What is it lad? Why the need to shout?'' Brali replied in an inquisitive and sophisticated tone and manner. Puffing smoke from his pipe and blowing it into the air watching as it floats off.
''Your brother Froth Far He has been slain by goblins!'' The hooded dwarf cried out.
Brali's jaw dropped. He let go of his pipe landing onto the floor. He tried to say something but his mouth just wouldn't let him. He shed a tear. ''Where did he fall?'' Brali said in anger and rage.
''In the Misty Mountains, me and him were attacked by the goblins. We dealt with most of them but then one of them managed to thrust his blade into Froth Far. They dragged him of no doubt to the Goblin town. I had to flee otherwise I would neither be here to!''
Brali looked to the dwarf and felt like thrusting his axe into his gut. But he saw that the dwarf was a good lad and realised that it was not his fault.
''Its Alright lad, I understand.'' With that Brali got up. He walked down the hallway to his quarters and gatherd his things. He suited up in his leather. The last things he got were his two axes. He kissed them and then sheathed them.
''Looks like I have a meeting with the goblins then.''
Brali trudged outside to be greeted by the rain Brali paid no heed to it and walked of to the Misty Mountains.