Post by farbir on Jul 24, 2009 4:46:23 GMT -5
Brali sat in the corner of the small tavern, seemingly buzzing with people. He gently picked out the soothing melody of the musician opposite Brali. He gulped some of the ale and immediately spat it out.
‘What is this vile stuff’ Brali asked the waitress.
She replied in a quiet sweet voice, ‘Why its forsaken ale master dwarf.’
‘I can see why it’s called forsaken ale that’s for sure!’ He replied in an almost mocking tone.
‘Sorry master dwarf it’s just that we cannot get supplies here so easily as the goblins prey these lands like wolves of a forest.’
Brali looked up at the young waitress in interest and slight surprise.
‘Goblins you say?’He asked with a voice of interest
‘Yes there everywhere, in fact I’m surprised you were not ambushed.’
‘So where is the main camp? Who leads them here?’ Brali asked with a slight grin on his face as if relishing what may be ahead.
The waitress replied in a lightly frightened manner. ‘I’m afraid that I do not know who leads them though I know where most of the vile things can be found.’
‘Go on.’ Brali replied as if getting impatient.
‘It’s at a place that we men call Minas Eriol, A once great stronghold. You can find it just east of here through the pass.’
Brali said nothing back but smiled and gave a quick nod.
‘I’ll have another forsaken Lass.’
The waitress giggled at the dwarf finding his attitude pleasant.
‘Sure thing master dwarf.’
Brali received his ale and immediately began chugging it, finding that the ale started to grow on him. Brali spoke to the innkeeper a while after too organise a room. Brali bought the room for the night and found he was sharing it with 3 other people. There was a giant hole in the roof as well. Brali just hoped it wouldn’t rain tonight. He found that his bed was part of a bunk bed and that he was on the lower bunk; above him was one of the biggest dirtiest oafs he had seen, challenging even some of the worst Orcs! Brali sighed and lied on his bed. He wondered what he would find at Minas Eriol....He found himself slowly slipping into slumber as his eyes grew wearier and wearier. Brali stopped fighting it and let himself dream.
Brali woke up to the sound of a pitter patter on his nose. He looked up to the hole too find in raining. Luckily it had only just started raining. Brali guessed it to be around the eve of morning. He picked up his axes and walked out the room and up the stairs proceeding out the door. Before he did so he caught the voice of the waitress girl catch the air.
‘Good luck master dwarf.’ She said in her soft tone.
Brali walked out the inn to be immediately greeted by the down pour of the rain. He put on his helmet drew his axes and trudged off eastwards.
He wondered what this land was like before it turned barren like this. He heard of a great watch tower which once was in these lands. Brali shrugged his thoughts off and eventually found the pass. He caught glimpse of two goblins guarding the pass. He didn’t want to waste his energy just yet and had an idea. He picked up a rock and threw it at one of the goblin. The goblin wailed as it hit his neck. They both began walking together in Brali’s direction. Brali quietly moved behind them and crept up. With a mighty swing of both axe he killed both each with the other axe. There were no screams as the goblins dropped. Brali breathed a bit faster.
‘So far so good.’ He said to himself.
He continued trudging through the barren pass and came to some ruins. He guessed this was Minas Eriol. Brali saw many goblins, and doubted he could kill them all. He decided it would be best to find the leader. Usually the goblin leaders are at the end of the encampment. Brali wondered how he would get there unseen. He then remembered with the other two goblins and knew what he had to do. Brali got his bow from his back and loaded an arrow he quickly found the mark of a goblin. Steadily he pulled back. Let go. The arrow whistled past the goblin and went into the chest of another.
‘Good enough!’ He said.
Immediately the goblins flocked around the dead goblin. Brali decided it was time to move. He snuck pas the main camp and found himself at a smaller camp with a single goblin clad in heavy armour. Brali held his breath and muttered ‘Here it goes.’ Brali leapt out and confronted the goblin.
‘You!’ the goblin snarled at Brali., and lashed out at Brali. They immediately began a flurry of attacks from both sides. The goblin flung his sword at Brali’s face scraping his lip. Brali returned with a certain fire and vigour in his eyes as if a trance had begun. With one mighty blow Brali swung his axe into the goblin’s jaw. The goblin stood for a while staring at Brali. The Goblin before he died screamed ‘Help!’ The cry was returned promptly by more cackles and roars. Brali spat blood onto the floor, He then slid down the small slope escaping the goblins as they caught his sillohouete in the distance.
(( This is only a story and has already happened and is just a an example of Brali))
‘What is this vile stuff’ Brali asked the waitress.
She replied in a quiet sweet voice, ‘Why its forsaken ale master dwarf.’
‘I can see why it’s called forsaken ale that’s for sure!’ He replied in an almost mocking tone.
‘Sorry master dwarf it’s just that we cannot get supplies here so easily as the goblins prey these lands like wolves of a forest.’
Brali looked up at the young waitress in interest and slight surprise.
‘Goblins you say?’He asked with a voice of interest
‘Yes there everywhere, in fact I’m surprised you were not ambushed.’
‘So where is the main camp? Who leads them here?’ Brali asked with a slight grin on his face as if relishing what may be ahead.
The waitress replied in a lightly frightened manner. ‘I’m afraid that I do not know who leads them though I know where most of the vile things can be found.’
‘Go on.’ Brali replied as if getting impatient.
‘It’s at a place that we men call Minas Eriol, A once great stronghold. You can find it just east of here through the pass.’
Brali said nothing back but smiled and gave a quick nod.
‘I’ll have another forsaken Lass.’
The waitress giggled at the dwarf finding his attitude pleasant.
‘Sure thing master dwarf.’
Brali received his ale and immediately began chugging it, finding that the ale started to grow on him. Brali spoke to the innkeeper a while after too organise a room. Brali bought the room for the night and found he was sharing it with 3 other people. There was a giant hole in the roof as well. Brali just hoped it wouldn’t rain tonight. He found that his bed was part of a bunk bed and that he was on the lower bunk; above him was one of the biggest dirtiest oafs he had seen, challenging even some of the worst Orcs! Brali sighed and lied on his bed. He wondered what he would find at Minas Eriol....He found himself slowly slipping into slumber as his eyes grew wearier and wearier. Brali stopped fighting it and let himself dream.
Brali woke up to the sound of a pitter patter on his nose. He looked up to the hole too find in raining. Luckily it had only just started raining. Brali guessed it to be around the eve of morning. He picked up his axes and walked out the room and up the stairs proceeding out the door. Before he did so he caught the voice of the waitress girl catch the air.
‘Good luck master dwarf.’ She said in her soft tone.
Brali walked out the inn to be immediately greeted by the down pour of the rain. He put on his helmet drew his axes and trudged off eastwards.
He wondered what this land was like before it turned barren like this. He heard of a great watch tower which once was in these lands. Brali shrugged his thoughts off and eventually found the pass. He caught glimpse of two goblins guarding the pass. He didn’t want to waste his energy just yet and had an idea. He picked up a rock and threw it at one of the goblin. The goblin wailed as it hit his neck. They both began walking together in Brali’s direction. Brali quietly moved behind them and crept up. With a mighty swing of both axe he killed both each with the other axe. There were no screams as the goblins dropped. Brali breathed a bit faster.
‘So far so good.’ He said to himself.
He continued trudging through the barren pass and came to some ruins. He guessed this was Minas Eriol. Brali saw many goblins, and doubted he could kill them all. He decided it would be best to find the leader. Usually the goblin leaders are at the end of the encampment. Brali wondered how he would get there unseen. He then remembered with the other two goblins and knew what he had to do. Brali got his bow from his back and loaded an arrow he quickly found the mark of a goblin. Steadily he pulled back. Let go. The arrow whistled past the goblin and went into the chest of another.
‘Good enough!’ He said.
Immediately the goblins flocked around the dead goblin. Brali decided it was time to move. He snuck pas the main camp and found himself at a smaller camp with a single goblin clad in heavy armour. Brali held his breath and muttered ‘Here it goes.’ Brali leapt out and confronted the goblin.
‘You!’ the goblin snarled at Brali., and lashed out at Brali. They immediately began a flurry of attacks from both sides. The goblin flung his sword at Brali’s face scraping his lip. Brali returned with a certain fire and vigour in his eyes as if a trance had begun. With one mighty blow Brali swung his axe into the goblin’s jaw. The goblin stood for a while staring at Brali. The Goblin before he died screamed ‘Help!’ The cry was returned promptly by more cackles and roars. Brali spat blood onto the floor, He then slid down the small slope escaping the goblins as they caught his sillohouete in the distance.
(( This is only a story and has already happened and is just a an example of Brali))