Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Dungeon Crawl - Part 6

The room smelt musty, like recycled breath and stale beer. Hardly surprising considering the amount of beer Borengar and Reven had drunk the night before. They had arrived in River Rise just after sunset and had decided to take a much needed rest. A rest that involved many pints and merriment in the first tavern they had come across that could house Fang's bulk. Upon arriving they had slipped the guards a little gold and had found that a man wearing ridiculously bright orange robes had arrived earlier the same day with a large entourage of hired swords. Krassner had no reason to be inconspicuous but the guards had mentioned Reven and Borengar were not the first to have asked after the man. It occurred to Reven that this other interested party could be the people from Sellport that had been enquiring at Krassner's house. Today he, Borengar and Fang would be heading to the cities west gate to see if they could spy Krassner and his minions as they departed the city. River Rise was one of the largest cities in Orland and asking around the city for one man would take too long.

Reven kicked Borengar's bedroll to wake him and made his way out of the tiny room they had rented. Down in the common room the smell of fresh sausage and bread assailed his nostrils and made his stomach rumble. He took a seat by the window and ordered food and Fang's meat from one of the serving girls. He sat staring out of the window watching the world go by whilst waiting for his dwarf companion to join him. Sausage, bacon and toast were brought to the table by a pretty, freckle faced girl who Reven barely acknowledged he was so lost in his reverie. 

He wanted more than this. Since being made to leave the Order of the Black Veil several years before he had wandered from place to place picking up work were he could. Seeking people he could learn from in attempt to continue to improve on the basics he had been taught at The Deep and by Mistress Sanya. He had been obsessed for a while with the tales of the Everguard and had read books and manuscripts wherever he had came across them to further his knowledge of them. He wanted to be known throughout all the lands as they were; feared and revered in the same manner they were. These warriors of old that combined sword and sorcery to overcome the the worst foes the world could throw at them gave life to Reven's desire for power and renown. His thoughts drifted back to the battle at Einder's Keep and the power that infused his broken body. He wanted to tap into that power and wield it as he did his sword.  He knew he was different from other men. His bond with Fang had sharpened his senses and given him strength and speed beyond that of any normal man. The terrible fury that the war hound unleashed in battle coursed through hie veins also. He felt he was destined for greatness but needed more than physical prowess. He resolved himself to continue his search for teachers once his adventure with Borengar had drawn to a close. His mind snapped back to the job at hand as he heard the dwarf stomp down the stairs. Krassner must be found and pay his debt to Reven and Borengar in blood.

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