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.
Fantasy story blog that chronicles the adventures of Reven and his war hound Fang as they quest for power and glory in a world drenched in magic, monsters and blood.
Wednesday, 4 February 2015
Thursday, 29 January 2015
Dungeon Crawl - Part 5
The rain came down hard as Reven and Borengar trotted into the small village of Arnswept. The village was made up of run down wooden shacks with a few barns scattered around the outskirts. The fields around the village were either barren or were covered in sickly brown weeds. Arnswept did not appear to be a place that was doing well for itself. Borengar hopped off of his pony, Sable, and led her over to the inn that dominated the centre of the village. 'What a miserable place' he said as he hitched his mount to a post outside the inn. 'You'd find more cheer at a funeral' he finished. Reven couldn't help but agree, looking around there was not a soul to be seen. No one was working the fields, no one even peeking through windows at Fang who always managed to cause a stir. The village was completely silent save for the unrelenting sound of rain and wind. The pair took a last look at the dilapidated buildings before heading into the inn. Reven didn't bother tethering Fang, he wanted to leave him free in case there was trouble. The hound seemed to share the uneasy feeling Reven had about this place.
Borengar and Reven pushed the rickety wooden door wide and strode in to the inn. The common room was empty save for a dishevelled old man who sat on a stool, slumped forward over the bar. Reven walked over to the man and gently rocked him back and forth thinking him to be asleep. As he shook harder one of the man's arms that was cradling his emaciated face fell to his side to reveal the blank stare of a dead man. Reven called out, 'Borengar, something is not right here my friend. This man is dead.' He pulled his damp hair out of his face and pushed it down the back of his cloak which he flicked over his shoulder to reveal the sword in its scabbard at his side, he wanted to be ready and his feeling of unease was growing. Borengar drew his axe from his back and the companions walked behind the bar to investigate further. 'This is very strange' said Borengar, 'How are we to find Krassner if the only people around here to ask are dead?' The dwarf huffed as he moved into the back room of the inn which had signs that people had been here recently. A pot of stew hung over a fire pit in the middle of the room, fresh loaves of bread lay at rest on the kitchen counter which upon investigation were still warm to the touch. 'Hello' shouted Reven, 'anybody here?', no answer came. 'A dead man at the bar. Food ready to eat in the kitchen. What is going on in Arnswept?' Reven posed the question to Borengar but before he could answer a roar from outside brought them rushing back through the bar and bursting through it's front door into the street.
Fang was roaring at a group of skinny looking men and women that were hurling rocks and sticks at him and Sable. The war hound had placed his considerable bulk between the crowd and the pony to protect it and the missiles bounced off him ineffectually. The crowd were about thirty strong and and looked only slightly more alive than the dead man in the bar. 'What is the meaning of this?' shouted Reven. The crowd ceased their their attack and parted to allow the fattest man Reven had ever seen pass between them. The man's belly was so large he used silk scarves to hold it off the floor and his bald head sweated with the exertion. His bright turquoise robes didn't seem affected by the rain; in fact the man would have been completely dry if it wasn't for the perspiration. He came to a stop in front of the crowd and let his enormous gut fall to the floor and spoke in a clear deep voice 'Leave this place, Arnswept doesn't suffer strangers or fools and you look to be both. Be off with you' The words struck Reven with the power and compulsion of a large wave. He staggered back and at once went to mount Fang. Borengar grasped his arm and pulled him away from the hound. He noted that Reven didn't struggle and he wore a blank expression on his face. 'Your words are tainted with foul magic sorcerer. But I am a dwarf and not so easy to compel as weak minded humans'. The fat man baulked at Borengar's words and looked decidedly uneasy. 'Kill the dwarf' he shouted at the crowd and they swarmed round him obediently.
Borengar spun Reven to face him and hit him hard across the face with his gauntleted hand. Reven fell to one knee under the force of the blow but it had the desired effect. Reven awoke from his stupor and resisted the compulsion the magician had placed upon him. Rising to his feet he drew his sword and faced the shambling crowd in front of him. 'It doesn't sit well butchering these poor folk', Borengar said readying his axe, 'We need to get to fatty and put an end to his meddling.' Reven nodded his agreement and tried to run round the edge of the crowd but their hands grabbed him and pulled him in. He felt sticks being beaten against his back and shoulders. Somebody smashed him in the face with a rock that staggered him. Reven's anger ignited, his veins burning with liquid hatred. He head-butted the closest assailant shattering the man's nose and sending a spray of blood over the zombie-like crowd. He lashed out with his fists felling more of the bone bags before him. There may be more of the crowd but they were as weak as small children and hard pressed to match Reven for speed. He hit another man so hard in the ribs that he heard them snap with a loud crack. He broke free of the crowd as Fang waded into the action. The hound understood what was happening and used his massive head to bat the crowd away from Borengar who was hot on Reven's heals. Fang kept them busy as they raced after the big sorcerer.
He hadn't got far. His clothes were now soaked with sweat and he was making a poor job of getting away. When Borengar and Reven caught him he had only managed to travel about twenty paces from where he had started. As they neared they could hear him mumbling under his breath. Borengar swung his axe at the man's back but unbelievably he moved out of the way with preternatural speed and turned on the dwarf smashing him so hard in the face with his fist that the dwarf was knocked to the floor. 'My magic may not work on you my stunted friend but it works on me just fine.' Borengar tried to recover himself but the sorcerer lifted his enormous belly over the dwarf and dropped it on his head. The dwarf kicked out and strained against the fat but it was smothering him and he was struggling for breath. 'Now my young friend' the sorcerer said to Reven, 'Gut this stunted pain in the arse. I have a terrible hunger and must be getting on.' Reven struggled against the sorcerer's will his hand drifted to the hilt of his sword and slowly he started drawing the blade. Only one thought entered his mind and summoning all his strength he cried out,'Faaaannnggg!' The war hound reacted immediately trampling members of the crowd he had been corralling under foot as he rushed towards Reven.
Borengar had ceased his struggles and Reven had drawn his sword and held it high ready to strike. With the war hounds approach the magicians power over Reven was waning. The sorcerer stumbled backward stretching his enormous gut as he did so. Reven and Fang struck in unison. Reven's sword sang through the air before slicing cleanly through the massive folds of skin that made up the sorcerers stomach. Simultaneously Fang bit down through the fat man's torso, removing his head, shoulder and arm with his huge jaws. Reven sliced the remnants of the stomach again which split in half revealing the prone form of Borengar underneath. Fang started coughing and choking as he tried to swallow the chunk of the sorcerer. Reven had never seen him struggle to swallow anything before and looking at the remains of the stomach he understood why. The flesh was crawling with fat black maggots. Thousands of them writhed out of the flesh. They poured from the sorcerers torso creating a living carpet under Reven and Fang's feet. Borengar spluttered as he regained his breath and frantically started flicking maggots off of him. Fang wretched and brought the foul meat of the sorcerers head and shoulder up in one fat lump, it landed on the floor with a wet smack. He pawed at his face trying to remove the maggots that were crawling through his fur. Reven grabbed Borengar and dragged him clear of the teaming mass of bloated maggots. Fang bounced away shaking his head. As Reven pulled the dwarf clear of the black pool of creatures they started to pool together. The maggots started to rise and take form as they did so. Reven and Borengar stood and watched in horror as the creatures formed the likeness of the sorcerer, 'Fools' the thing screamed in a voice more akin to a demon than a man, 'You have sealed you fate' it roared taking a step forward into the puddles of maggots. Reven watched as it raised it arms and started muttering an incantation. He continued to watch as Fang ran at the thing and swiped through the thing with one of his huge paws. In an instant the maggots turned to a swarm of bloated flies that buzzed away until the sound was lost in the torrential down[pour of the rain. All that remained was a pool of black maggot skin that shimmered in the water. Fang approached Reven and bowed his head and Reven ruffled his fur and brought his head up so he looked the hound in the eye. 'Thank you my friend' he said as he gently picked maggot skin from his fur.
The rain had cleared quickly after the sorcerers departure. The residents of the village that were well enough to talk had shared the tale of their downfall with Reven and Borengar. The sorcerer had arrived in the village a few weeks before and not long after he had arrived he had exerted his control over the villagers. none of them had eaten since he had came. The crowd that faced Reven and his companions were the last of a village that numbered over a hundred souls. The others had faced the same fate as the man who still sat slumped over the bar. They had starved to death. Many of the crowd who were now released from the sorcerers enchantment wouldn't survive. To weak to stand without the magicians spell they would now succumb to the weeks of starvation they had endured. The meal that was waiting to be eaten was for the fat sorcerer. Upon his arrival the crops had started dying as had the livestock, the man's very presence was a cancer that ate away at the village. The villagers were grateful to Reven and Borengar but they would never be free of the memory of their enslavement and the sadness they now felt weighed heavy on them.
As Reven and his party departed they took one last look at the village of Arnswept and sorrow hung in their hearts. 'Curse all magicians. Power hungry meddlers the lot of 'em' Borengar commented as they passed beyond the borders of the settlement. 'I've a feeling we'll be running in to fatty again and I for one can't wait'. 'He'll soon get what's coming to him I'm sure. Lets concentrate on Krassner for now.' Reven said as he spurred Fang on.
From on high a swarm of fat, bloated flies tracked the adventurers progress. They seemed to form a smile in the clear blue sky before they let themselves be carried away on the wind.
Borengar and Reven pushed the rickety wooden door wide and strode in to the inn. The common room was empty save for a dishevelled old man who sat on a stool, slumped forward over the bar. Reven walked over to the man and gently rocked him back and forth thinking him to be asleep. As he shook harder one of the man's arms that was cradling his emaciated face fell to his side to reveal the blank stare of a dead man. Reven called out, 'Borengar, something is not right here my friend. This man is dead.' He pulled his damp hair out of his face and pushed it down the back of his cloak which he flicked over his shoulder to reveal the sword in its scabbard at his side, he wanted to be ready and his feeling of unease was growing. Borengar drew his axe from his back and the companions walked behind the bar to investigate further. 'This is very strange' said Borengar, 'How are we to find Krassner if the only people around here to ask are dead?' The dwarf huffed as he moved into the back room of the inn which had signs that people had been here recently. A pot of stew hung over a fire pit in the middle of the room, fresh loaves of bread lay at rest on the kitchen counter which upon investigation were still warm to the touch. 'Hello' shouted Reven, 'anybody here?', no answer came. 'A dead man at the bar. Food ready to eat in the kitchen. What is going on in Arnswept?' Reven posed the question to Borengar but before he could answer a roar from outside brought them rushing back through the bar and bursting through it's front door into the street.
Fang was roaring at a group of skinny looking men and women that were hurling rocks and sticks at him and Sable. The war hound had placed his considerable bulk between the crowd and the pony to protect it and the missiles bounced off him ineffectually. The crowd were about thirty strong and and looked only slightly more alive than the dead man in the bar. 'What is the meaning of this?' shouted Reven. The crowd ceased their their attack and parted to allow the fattest man Reven had ever seen pass between them. The man's belly was so large he used silk scarves to hold it off the floor and his bald head sweated with the exertion. His bright turquoise robes didn't seem affected by the rain; in fact the man would have been completely dry if it wasn't for the perspiration. He came to a stop in front of the crowd and let his enormous gut fall to the floor and spoke in a clear deep voice 'Leave this place, Arnswept doesn't suffer strangers or fools and you look to be both. Be off with you' The words struck Reven with the power and compulsion of a large wave. He staggered back and at once went to mount Fang. Borengar grasped his arm and pulled him away from the hound. He noted that Reven didn't struggle and he wore a blank expression on his face. 'Your words are tainted with foul magic sorcerer. But I am a dwarf and not so easy to compel as weak minded humans'. The fat man baulked at Borengar's words and looked decidedly uneasy. 'Kill the dwarf' he shouted at the crowd and they swarmed round him obediently.
Borengar spun Reven to face him and hit him hard across the face with his gauntleted hand. Reven fell to one knee under the force of the blow but it had the desired effect. Reven awoke from his stupor and resisted the compulsion the magician had placed upon him. Rising to his feet he drew his sword and faced the shambling crowd in front of him. 'It doesn't sit well butchering these poor folk', Borengar said readying his axe, 'We need to get to fatty and put an end to his meddling.' Reven nodded his agreement and tried to run round the edge of the crowd but their hands grabbed him and pulled him in. He felt sticks being beaten against his back and shoulders. Somebody smashed him in the face with a rock that staggered him. Reven's anger ignited, his veins burning with liquid hatred. He head-butted the closest assailant shattering the man's nose and sending a spray of blood over the zombie-like crowd. He lashed out with his fists felling more of the bone bags before him. There may be more of the crowd but they were as weak as small children and hard pressed to match Reven for speed. He hit another man so hard in the ribs that he heard them snap with a loud crack. He broke free of the crowd as Fang waded into the action. The hound understood what was happening and used his massive head to bat the crowd away from Borengar who was hot on Reven's heals. Fang kept them busy as they raced after the big sorcerer.
He hadn't got far. His clothes were now soaked with sweat and he was making a poor job of getting away. When Borengar and Reven caught him he had only managed to travel about twenty paces from where he had started. As they neared they could hear him mumbling under his breath. Borengar swung his axe at the man's back but unbelievably he moved out of the way with preternatural speed and turned on the dwarf smashing him so hard in the face with his fist that the dwarf was knocked to the floor. 'My magic may not work on you my stunted friend but it works on me just fine.' Borengar tried to recover himself but the sorcerer lifted his enormous belly over the dwarf and dropped it on his head. The dwarf kicked out and strained against the fat but it was smothering him and he was struggling for breath. 'Now my young friend' the sorcerer said to Reven, 'Gut this stunted pain in the arse. I have a terrible hunger and must be getting on.' Reven struggled against the sorcerer's will his hand drifted to the hilt of his sword and slowly he started drawing the blade. Only one thought entered his mind and summoning all his strength he cried out,'Faaaannnggg!' The war hound reacted immediately trampling members of the crowd he had been corralling under foot as he rushed towards Reven.
Borengar had ceased his struggles and Reven had drawn his sword and held it high ready to strike. With the war hounds approach the magicians power over Reven was waning. The sorcerer stumbled backward stretching his enormous gut as he did so. Reven and Fang struck in unison. Reven's sword sang through the air before slicing cleanly through the massive folds of skin that made up the sorcerers stomach. Simultaneously Fang bit down through the fat man's torso, removing his head, shoulder and arm with his huge jaws. Reven sliced the remnants of the stomach again which split in half revealing the prone form of Borengar underneath. Fang started coughing and choking as he tried to swallow the chunk of the sorcerer. Reven had never seen him struggle to swallow anything before and looking at the remains of the stomach he understood why. The flesh was crawling with fat black maggots. Thousands of them writhed out of the flesh. They poured from the sorcerers torso creating a living carpet under Reven and Fang's feet. Borengar spluttered as he regained his breath and frantically started flicking maggots off of him. Fang wretched and brought the foul meat of the sorcerers head and shoulder up in one fat lump, it landed on the floor with a wet smack. He pawed at his face trying to remove the maggots that were crawling through his fur. Reven grabbed Borengar and dragged him clear of the teaming mass of bloated maggots. Fang bounced away shaking his head. As Reven pulled the dwarf clear of the black pool of creatures they started to pool together. The maggots started to rise and take form as they did so. Reven and Borengar stood and watched in horror as the creatures formed the likeness of the sorcerer, 'Fools' the thing screamed in a voice more akin to a demon than a man, 'You have sealed you fate' it roared taking a step forward into the puddles of maggots. Reven watched as it raised it arms and started muttering an incantation. He continued to watch as Fang ran at the thing and swiped through the thing with one of his huge paws. In an instant the maggots turned to a swarm of bloated flies that buzzed away until the sound was lost in the torrential down[pour of the rain. All that remained was a pool of black maggot skin that shimmered in the water. Fang approached Reven and bowed his head and Reven ruffled his fur and brought his head up so he looked the hound in the eye. 'Thank you my friend' he said as he gently picked maggot skin from his fur.
The rain had cleared quickly after the sorcerers departure. The residents of the village that were well enough to talk had shared the tale of their downfall with Reven and Borengar. The sorcerer had arrived in the village a few weeks before and not long after he had arrived he had exerted his control over the villagers. none of them had eaten since he had came. The crowd that faced Reven and his companions were the last of a village that numbered over a hundred souls. The others had faced the same fate as the man who still sat slumped over the bar. They had starved to death. Many of the crowd who were now released from the sorcerers enchantment wouldn't survive. To weak to stand without the magicians spell they would now succumb to the weeks of starvation they had endured. The meal that was waiting to be eaten was for the fat sorcerer. Upon his arrival the crops had started dying as had the livestock, the man's very presence was a cancer that ate away at the village. The villagers were grateful to Reven and Borengar but they would never be free of the memory of their enslavement and the sadness they now felt weighed heavy on them.
As Reven and his party departed they took one last look at the village of Arnswept and sorrow hung in their hearts. 'Curse all magicians. Power hungry meddlers the lot of 'em' Borengar commented as they passed beyond the borders of the settlement. 'I've a feeling we'll be running in to fatty again and I for one can't wait'. 'He'll soon get what's coming to him I'm sure. Lets concentrate on Krassner for now.' Reven said as he spurred Fang on.
From on high a swarm of fat, bloated flies tracked the adventurers progress. They seemed to form a smile in the clear blue sky before they let themselves be carried away on the wind.
Wednesday, 28 January 2015
Thursday, 22 January 2015
Dungeon Crawl - Part 4
Reven, Borengar and Fang arrived outside Krassner's house at mid-morning. It hadn't taken long to locate where the man lived as many people recognised their description of his bright orange robes. Most people they spoke to referred to him as the wizard; they would ask the question and the response would be 'Oh, you mean the wizard.' They remained sceptical of Krassner's status as a user of magic, if he was a powerful mage then why would he have needed Reven and Borengar's assistance in acquiring the book? It didn't make sense but they would soon find out exactly what the man was up to.
Borengar rapped on the door of the house loudly. It was a plain enough looking building even though it was in a well to do area. It sat on a terraced street, the buildings were all made of smooth dark grey stone and stood three stories high. Borengar banged harder on the door this time and still there was no answer. 'Do you think the bugger is trying to avoid us?' he said to Reven over his shoulder. He took a step back and shifted his weight making ready to charge the door. Borengar was stubborn as all dwarves are and wouldn't let a closed door stand between him and Krassner. Just as he started his charge at the door it swung inward and Borengar checked his run, coming to a stop in front of a surprised woman who stood in the doorway. From the way she was dressed Reven assumed she was a maid or housekeeper of some sort. He stepped forward, 'Excuse me Ma'am, is this the Krassner residence?', Reven enquired in his most polite manner. The woman blanched a little at the site of these two ruffians at her door. 'No, he left on business early this morning.' and with that answer she made to close the door. 'Do you know where he went?' Borengar asked putting his foot on the threshold so the door couldn't be closed. 'Why everybody is so interested in where he's going is beyond me.' she said trying to push the door shut. 'Who's everybody?', Reven asked moving closer to the woman. She looked from Borengar to Reven and back again lingering on the dwarf's imposing foot and sighed, 'Fine. My master travels west toward Blackcliff, but I know not exactly where his journey leads. You just missed another lot that were enquiring about Master Krassner's whereabouts. An old man, a young woman and more louts like yourselves', you could hear the anger in her voice becoming more pronounced as she spoke and she ended her speech by kicking Borengar in the shin forcing him to move his leg and slamming the door. 'I think whatever that book contained it must be worth a great deal more than what we were paid for its recovery' said Borengar as he hobbled away from the door. Reven nodded his agreement, 'There was an old man and a woman at the house I took the book from. It may be a coincidence but if Krassner had already tried getting the book off them they must have suspected he was involved in the theft. I feel that somebody will be getting rich very soon as as it stands its not going to be us'. The dwarf smiled, 'I've nothing better to do. We could take a trip. If nothing else there is always mercenary work in Blackcliff, that area is always being raided by orcs and the like'. Reven nodded, 'Good.' he signalled to Fang to approach and climbed on the beast back. 'Get your things together, I'll meet you at the north gate in a few hours. I have to visit the smithy before we leave.' Borengar shouted his assent as Fang bounded off down the street.
Borengar watched as Reven approached on Fang. The war hound had a little more armour thanks to the previous days would-be attackers and Reven looked like he had spent some of his earnings on some new equipment. The crowds near the gate gave Fang a wide berth. As Reven neared he could see that the youth was leading a pony by a long rope and new exactly who it was intended for. Reven climbed off Fang's back and hoped down in front of the dwarf. He had new matt black metal vambraces, shin guards and a sculpted breast plate to match. Reven pulled in the rope and the pony trotted forward obediently. Borengar looked the pony up and down and simply said, 'No'. Reven ignored him, 'Borengar, this is Sable, your new mount' he patted the ponies side and spoke to the pony, 'Sable, this is your grumpy new rider Borengar'. Borengar huffed, 'You can wipe that smile off your face' he said to Reven, 'I'll not be riding that beast anywhere.' 'You will if we want to catch Krassner. You dwarves are hardly known for your speed and Sable here is my solution to that very pressing problem. So mount up' with that Reven tossed the rope to Borengar who flapped at it before finally grasping it and pulling the pony close. 'Just this once then.....foul smelling beast. It's alright for Mr Fancy Pants in his new armour...', he was hush unceremoniously by Reven who proceeded to head out the gate. Borengar climbed awkwardly in Sable's saddle and spurred her on. She trotted dutifully after Reven and Fang, out of the city and on to adventure.
Borengar rapped on the door of the house loudly. It was a plain enough looking building even though it was in a well to do area. It sat on a terraced street, the buildings were all made of smooth dark grey stone and stood three stories high. Borengar banged harder on the door this time and still there was no answer. 'Do you think the bugger is trying to avoid us?' he said to Reven over his shoulder. He took a step back and shifted his weight making ready to charge the door. Borengar was stubborn as all dwarves are and wouldn't let a closed door stand between him and Krassner. Just as he started his charge at the door it swung inward and Borengar checked his run, coming to a stop in front of a surprised woman who stood in the doorway. From the way she was dressed Reven assumed she was a maid or housekeeper of some sort. He stepped forward, 'Excuse me Ma'am, is this the Krassner residence?', Reven enquired in his most polite manner. The woman blanched a little at the site of these two ruffians at her door. 'No, he left on business early this morning.' and with that answer she made to close the door. 'Do you know where he went?' Borengar asked putting his foot on the threshold so the door couldn't be closed. 'Why everybody is so interested in where he's going is beyond me.' she said trying to push the door shut. 'Who's everybody?', Reven asked moving closer to the woman. She looked from Borengar to Reven and back again lingering on the dwarf's imposing foot and sighed, 'Fine. My master travels west toward Blackcliff, but I know not exactly where his journey leads. You just missed another lot that were enquiring about Master Krassner's whereabouts. An old man, a young woman and more louts like yourselves', you could hear the anger in her voice becoming more pronounced as she spoke and she ended her speech by kicking Borengar in the shin forcing him to move his leg and slamming the door. 'I think whatever that book contained it must be worth a great deal more than what we were paid for its recovery' said Borengar as he hobbled away from the door. Reven nodded his agreement, 'There was an old man and a woman at the house I took the book from. It may be a coincidence but if Krassner had already tried getting the book off them they must have suspected he was involved in the theft. I feel that somebody will be getting rich very soon as as it stands its not going to be us'. The dwarf smiled, 'I've nothing better to do. We could take a trip. If nothing else there is always mercenary work in Blackcliff, that area is always being raided by orcs and the like'. Reven nodded, 'Good.' he signalled to Fang to approach and climbed on the beast back. 'Get your things together, I'll meet you at the north gate in a few hours. I have to visit the smithy before we leave.' Borengar shouted his assent as Fang bounded off down the street.
Borengar watched as Reven approached on Fang. The war hound had a little more armour thanks to the previous days would-be attackers and Reven looked like he had spent some of his earnings on some new equipment. The crowds near the gate gave Fang a wide berth. As Reven neared he could see that the youth was leading a pony by a long rope and new exactly who it was intended for. Reven climbed off Fang's back and hoped down in front of the dwarf. He had new matt black metal vambraces, shin guards and a sculpted breast plate to match. Reven pulled in the rope and the pony trotted forward obediently. Borengar looked the pony up and down and simply said, 'No'. Reven ignored him, 'Borengar, this is Sable, your new mount' he patted the ponies side and spoke to the pony, 'Sable, this is your grumpy new rider Borengar'. Borengar huffed, 'You can wipe that smile off your face' he said to Reven, 'I'll not be riding that beast anywhere.' 'You will if we want to catch Krassner. You dwarves are hardly known for your speed and Sable here is my solution to that very pressing problem. So mount up' with that Reven tossed the rope to Borengar who flapped at it before finally grasping it and pulling the pony close. 'Just this once then.....foul smelling beast. It's alright for Mr Fancy Pants in his new armour...', he was hush unceremoniously by Reven who proceeded to head out the gate. Borengar climbed awkwardly in Sable's saddle and spurred her on. She trotted dutifully after Reven and Fang, out of the city and on to adventure.
Wednesday, 21 January 2015
Dungeon Crawl - Part 3
Reven and Borengar once again found themselves in The Pot Bellied Orc awaiting Krassner's arrival. Reven turned the book over in his hands examining the leather bound tome. He had read pieces of it and didn't understand what was so special about the book. It seemed to be about nothing in particular, parts in it were about architecture, others about the design of suits of armour. There was no clear correlation between the various passages and he did wonder if there could have been two books in the library that bore the same name. Borengar joined him at the table with two freshly poured pints of beer. 'Serving girls here are terrible. It says a lot when a dwarf has to fetch his own beer' he said as he sat heavily in his chair. He looked genuinely put out that he had to travel the ten or so paces to the bar and back. He set about draining his pint as Reven watched Krassner enter the inn. He was flanked by two burly body guards who went and hovered at the bar as Krassner took his seat at the table. 'I see you were successful my friends' Krassner said as he stretched his hand out to take the book. Reven pulled it away, 'There is the matter of our payment to be settled Mr Krassner' Reven said holding the book to his chest. Borengar looked on approvingly whilst using his beard to wipe beer from his lips. Krassner fumbled at his belt and slapped down a pouch full of coins onto the table top. Borengar snatched it up and eyed the contents nodding his approval at Reven who handed the book to Krassner. Krassner snatched it away stroking the cover tenderly as if it were a new born babe. 'Thank you gentleman. May I ask one last boon of you? Can I perhaps borrow a dagger?', Reven cocked an eyebrow at the strange request but handed over his dagger none the less. Krassner worked the blade around the edge of the books cover whilst Borengar and Reven looked on. After carefully cutting around the book he peeled the leather cover off and looked and examined the backside of the leather, a smile spreading across his face. He pushed the dagger back across the table toward Reven. 'Thank you again. We won't be seeing each other again. Enjoy your payment' Krassner rose still grinning broadly. Reven thought he saw him nod his head ever so slightly at his men at the bar before he hurried out of the bar. The men didn't follow but instead turned to the bar and ordered drinks. 'Well' Borengar said, 'That may have been the easiest coin I have ever earned' he sat back with a bemused look on his face, 'More beer?' he asked and got up heading to the bar knowing what Reven's answer would be. Krassner's men at the bar glanced at the dwarf and then at Reven, sharing a private joke as they did so. There was no doubt in Reven's mind of what the men's intent was. They intended to return Krassner's money at the expense of Reven and Borengar's lives.
Krassner's men watched as the youth and the dwarf got deep in their cups. The serving girl was constantly walking back and forth from the bar bringing them pint after pint. Krassner was right, they were frittering away their pay on beer and from the amount of whispering the youth was doing in the serving girls ear he hoped to spend some on women as well. They watched as the youth, Reven, got up and shouted about needing the privy. He staggered across the inn and out of the door, the purse of coins dangling from his belt. They decided with a look that they should take him now, they could finish the dwarf later. Pushing through the inn's patrons they followed Reven out on to the street and down a side alley. They watched him disappear into the pitch black and readied their daggers. They heard him retch as the effects of fresh air and too much beer took hold and they took it as their sign to get about their work. They grinned as they entered the all encompassing darkness; killing a man as drunk as this and as sick as this would be easy.
They didn't smell his musk as they approached. There was no tell tale glint from his thick armour thanks to the darkness. They didn't hear his breath rasping through his dagger like fangs. He stood motionless, waiting. He had answered the silent call sent to him by his brother who now stood at his side. He watched as they searched for Reven, their eyes unaccustomed to the dark. And when they came close enough he struck.
Reven watched as Fang decapitated his stalkers with two swift bites. One fell sidewards, twitching as his lifeblood spurted over the alleyways fence. The other collapsed straight down in a heap, his armour propping him up. He sat in front of Fang, arms hanging forward in a gesture of supplication. Reven walked forward and kicked the man over. Smiling at Fang he patted the huge beast on the snout and nuzzled his face into fangs shoulder. 'Thank you my friend', said Reven, 'Time for dinner.' Borengar appeared in the mouth of the alley, 'Reven, is all well?', 'We're fine. Krassner's men on the other hand seem to have completely lost theirs heads.' Reven was removing their armour as he spoke and Borengar moved to help him. Knowing what was coming turned the dwarfs stomach but Fang was an effective method of disposing of bodies.
They stripped the armour and stowed it in bags the hung from Fang's side. They would be taken to a smith where the grieves, vambraces, breast and back plates would be flattened to be added to the various pieces of armour that already covered Fang. They had done this many times over the past few years and the various armoured trophies just added to the war hounds menace. Reven took the few coins the men carried and added it to their purse. 'How do you do that?' Borengar asked Reven, 'Do What?' he responded, 'Call the beast without uttering a sound, it's unnerving'. Reven paused before answering, he placed his hand on Fang's head as he bit through a torso, 'We're brothers, we share a bond. As time passes it grows stronger. He knows my thoughts as I know his, two bodies one mind. He gains the use of my intellect and I gain some of his abilities. It's a mutually beneficial relationship' he finished by ruffling the fur on Fangs huge head and turning to face Borengar. 'I owe him my life as he owes me his. He is no beast to me, he is a friend, a brother....my family.' Borengar nodded despite not really knowing where Reven was coming from. When he looked at Fang he just saw a mound of muscle and teeth. 'Well...will you brother be joining us in the inn? Drinking that watered down beer to fool our recently departed friends have given me a terrible thirst.' Reven smiled and clapped his friend on the back, 'No, Fang needs his rest. I'm going to introduce him to Krassner tomorrow.' They both chuckled as they made their way back inside The Pot Bellied Orc. Time to properly celebrate their recently found wealth.
Krassner's men watched as the youth and the dwarf got deep in their cups. The serving girl was constantly walking back and forth from the bar bringing them pint after pint. Krassner was right, they were frittering away their pay on beer and from the amount of whispering the youth was doing in the serving girls ear he hoped to spend some on women as well. They watched as the youth, Reven, got up and shouted about needing the privy. He staggered across the inn and out of the door, the purse of coins dangling from his belt. They decided with a look that they should take him now, they could finish the dwarf later. Pushing through the inn's patrons they followed Reven out on to the street and down a side alley. They watched him disappear into the pitch black and readied their daggers. They heard him retch as the effects of fresh air and too much beer took hold and they took it as their sign to get about their work. They grinned as they entered the all encompassing darkness; killing a man as drunk as this and as sick as this would be easy.
They didn't smell his musk as they approached. There was no tell tale glint from his thick armour thanks to the darkness. They didn't hear his breath rasping through his dagger like fangs. He stood motionless, waiting. He had answered the silent call sent to him by his brother who now stood at his side. He watched as they searched for Reven, their eyes unaccustomed to the dark. And when they came close enough he struck.
Reven watched as Fang decapitated his stalkers with two swift bites. One fell sidewards, twitching as his lifeblood spurted over the alleyways fence. The other collapsed straight down in a heap, his armour propping him up. He sat in front of Fang, arms hanging forward in a gesture of supplication. Reven walked forward and kicked the man over. Smiling at Fang he patted the huge beast on the snout and nuzzled his face into fangs shoulder. 'Thank you my friend', said Reven, 'Time for dinner.' Borengar appeared in the mouth of the alley, 'Reven, is all well?', 'We're fine. Krassner's men on the other hand seem to have completely lost theirs heads.' Reven was removing their armour as he spoke and Borengar moved to help him. Knowing what was coming turned the dwarfs stomach but Fang was an effective method of disposing of bodies.
They stripped the armour and stowed it in bags the hung from Fang's side. They would be taken to a smith where the grieves, vambraces, breast and back plates would be flattened to be added to the various pieces of armour that already covered Fang. They had done this many times over the past few years and the various armoured trophies just added to the war hounds menace. Reven took the few coins the men carried and added it to their purse. 'How do you do that?' Borengar asked Reven, 'Do What?' he responded, 'Call the beast without uttering a sound, it's unnerving'. Reven paused before answering, he placed his hand on Fang's head as he bit through a torso, 'We're brothers, we share a bond. As time passes it grows stronger. He knows my thoughts as I know his, two bodies one mind. He gains the use of my intellect and I gain some of his abilities. It's a mutually beneficial relationship' he finished by ruffling the fur on Fangs huge head and turning to face Borengar. 'I owe him my life as he owes me his. He is no beast to me, he is a friend, a brother....my family.' Borengar nodded despite not really knowing where Reven was coming from. When he looked at Fang he just saw a mound of muscle and teeth. 'Well...will you brother be joining us in the inn? Drinking that watered down beer to fool our recently departed friends have given me a terrible thirst.' Reven smiled and clapped his friend on the back, 'No, Fang needs his rest. I'm going to introduce him to Krassner tomorrow.' They both chuckled as they made their way back inside The Pot Bellied Orc. Time to properly celebrate their recently found wealth.
Monday, 19 January 2015
Dungeon Crawl - Part 2
Reven and Borengar made their way down Storland Street. Krassner's prize book was in a house at the end of the road. It was several hours after nightfall and the street was deserted. The only light came from a few torches that were burning the last of their wicks. The night sky was full of clouds and the moon was nowhere to be seen. Reven glanced around as he walked and thought to himself what a perfect night it was for mis-deeds. This was an upmarket residential area and as such wasn't prone to wandering drunks or crowds of rowdy youths that had been turned out of an inn. Reven couldn't help but think the life of a burglar wouldn't be a bad one if all streets were like this. Borengar started to slow as they approached the end of the street. It was a cul-de-sac, with only an alley leading off to the side of the last house that sat at the end facing the street. It was three stories tall and surrounded by a spiked fence that stood 10 feet tall. Krassner's associate obviously took his privacy seriously. They concealed themselves in the darkness of a nearby doorway and surveyed the building. It was set back from the rest so they couldn't go over the roofs. The fence meant it would be difficult for both of them to get over. Borengar's short stature and heavy set frame made a stealthy climb over the fence an impossibility the dwarf without a rope. Reven cursed leaving Fang behind, they could have easily climbed the war hound to make a leap over the fence but it wasn't to be. Borengar eyed the lock on the main gate to the house and removed small tools indicating that he could attempt to pick the lock. Reven didn't fancy going in alone so he nodded his agreement and Borengar crept forward in the shadows and then made his way along the metal railings of the fence to the centre of the street where the gate sat over the roadway. Reven waited impatiently in the gloom of the doorway, nerves on edge. After ten minutes he couldn't take any more and silently stalked over to where Borengar was toiling with the lock. 'What's taking so long?' he hissed at the dwarf. 'Well, I took these tools off a thief in a card game' he said as if that explained everything. 'And?...', Reven pushed him after a short silence. 'He never showed me how to use them' the dwarf said matter of factly. 'So you don't really know what your doing?, your just poking the tools into the hole in the hope that the gate will magically open?', Reven couldn't hide the look of consternation from his face. 'Errr, no. I thought it would be simple. I...errr...' he trailed off and looked sheepishly at Reven, 'Sorry. I'm a dwarf, I thought it would come naturally'. Reven shook his head disapprovingly and turned his attention back to the fence. He ushered Borengar back into the shadows and outlined the plan. Reven would go over the top and climb to a second floor window, locate the library on that floor where Krassner had told them the book would be located and then get out as quick as possible. Borengar didn't like the idea of not being included but conceded it was the quickest way of getting the job done.
Reven made short work of the fence, choosing a spot that was shrouded in darkness near the edge of the house to make his move. He landed gently on a soft patch of grass and stooping low made his way to the closest part of the buildings wall. He took the opportunity to peak inside the first window he came to and was greeted by a well furnished sitting room. Knick-knacks adorned shelves an tables. Statuettes, animal skulls, vases, rolls or parchment and more were scattered throughout the room. Whoever Krassner's friend was he obviously liked collecting junk. He hoped that whoever he was he kept is library in better order than he did this sitting room. Reven moved to the corner of the building. The brick work met each other in an odd manner here where bricks stood out. It made it the best place to start his climb. He glanced over his shoulder to where Borengar would be hiding for reassurance. The dwarf was still hiding in the gloom and despite and knew the nod he gave Reven wouldn't be seen but gave it anyway. He watched as his partner in crime scaled the wall with surprising speed soon making his way to a window at the corner of the second floor. Borengar could see him straining against the frame, it looked like he was trying to rip the window from the wall which is almost what happened.
Reven had noticed the rot round the frame of the old window and proceeded to pull it apart. It came away a little too easily and crumbled in his hand. As the bottom of the frame came away the glass slipped to the sill and cracked much more loudly than Reven would have liked. He paused waiting for a light to appear in the house in response to the noise but nothing came. The crack that run down the glass had separated it into three pieces and Reven removed these and tossed them away to the grass by the fence. Each one landed silently and after letting a few more rotten bits of frame fall away Reven drew his dagger and made his way through the window. As soon as he stepped inside he knew he'd picked the wrong room for his entry. On his left was a bed which contained and elderly man who was contentedly snoring so loudly that Reven soon understood why nobody had come to investigate the noise of the window cracking. Reven opened the door to the room and shut it behind him again, breathing a sigh of relief as it closed quietly. He stopped to listen for signs of any movement in the house and moved on searching through doorways when he was happy no one was awake.
When he reached the library he was horrified to find that not only was it massive but that there was also yet another sleeping resident of the house snoozing in an armchair in front of a huge fire that dominated the centre of the room. He wouldn't be able to leave this one alone and carry out a search of the stacks of books, it would be too noisy. He crept toward the chair that was facing away from him. He could only see the occupant of the chairs head as it lolled onto the chairs brown leather arm. Reven felt the heat from the fire on his skin as he approached and he could now here the intake of breath from his soon to be victim over the crackle of the flames. Reven sidled up the the back of the large leather chair and brought his dagger up as he edged round it to come face to face with a stunningly beautiful woman. He dropped his guard and straightened up, his jaw going slack as he took in every inch of this beautiful being. The woman lay curled up on the chair with a book nestled in the crook between her legs and her stomach. She wore only a red gown that gaped revealing enough of the flesh of her breasts and legs that Reven felt a stirring in his loins. He stood there so transfixed by the brunette beauty who slumbered before him that he didn't even notice the rooms other resident creeping up on his blind side. As Reven bent down to inspect the woman more closely he rested a hand on the book and dropped into a crouch. He felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her and started leaning in closer, that was until he heard the snarl. He turned his head slowly to to see that a dog that looked like a small wolf had padded silently up behind him. The dog was at face height whilst Reven was crouched and he spun his whole body to face the beast whilst rising slowly and backing away from the chair. The dog matched his movements and followed him crouching, ready to strike. As soon soon as it was passed the chair it pounced and Reven caught it in flight, wrapping both his hands round the dogs neck. He nicked it's nose with the edge of his dagger as he wrestled the animal under control. He rolled on top of it pinning it's body to the floor with the weight of his own and then holding it's mouth shut stared seep into its eyes willing it to stop its attack. The hound ceased its struggle and lay still under Reven as the weight of his will penetrated its brain. Reven had found that his kinship with animals went beyond his bond with Fang and that he could exert his control over most animals he came across. He rolled off the hound releasing it as he did so. As he rolled onto his back he was greeted by the sight of the now wide awake woman who screamed as she launched a vase at Reven's head. He took the blow on the forehead and the vase shattered on impact. Slightly dazed Reven rolled again and got to his feet just in time to dodge a book that had been hurled by the woman. He ducked the missile and covered the ground between them with lightning speed, banging into her roughly and placing a hand over her mouth to stop her screams. Hi momentum took them to the ground and he landed heavily on top of her causing a muffled scream. He pinned her arms to her side with her knees and spoke quietly. 'Please Miss, I have no quarrel with you. please stop screaming, I mean no harm.' The woman tried screaming again in answer to his words and Reven had to push his hand even harder against her face to stop her cries. 'Fine' he said, 'Here is your book' He showed her the book he had taken from her lap that had been dropped in the struggle with the hound. In return for it I want you to tell me where a book called....' he trailed off as he looked at the spine of the book he was holding toward the woman. It was simply titled , De Regiciener, and at once Reven knew he already had what he sought. 'Actually, never mind my lady. I'll just see myself out.' He jumped off the woman and headed for the library door. The woman was screaming at him as he ran, loud enough that anybody else in the house wouldn't be long in coming to investigate her cries.
Reven barrelled down the corridor sliding to a stop outside the last door, the one he used to get in. He could hear more voices raised in alarm behind him and before he had a chance to himself, an elderly man opened the door in front of him. The man stood in his night shirt with a look of complete surprise on his face. Reven pushed past him and made for the open window in the corner of the room. Once through he climbed down the bricks again, tucking the book inside his jerkin as he did so. He could here a commotion coming from the front of the house as he hit the ground and saw men running in all directions from the houses front door. Two headed toward him and he wasted no time in running for the part of fence that he had climbed earlier. Hidden from his pursuers eyes he reached the fence in no time and scrambled up the metal railings. The men rounded the corner of the building in time to see Reven sprinting away up the road. Borengar had already taken flight and moved at surprising speed for somebody with such small legs. As Reven caught him he slipped the book out of his jerkin and waved it at the dwarf. Borengar smiled and they continued running off into the night.
Reven made short work of the fence, choosing a spot that was shrouded in darkness near the edge of the house to make his move. He landed gently on a soft patch of grass and stooping low made his way to the closest part of the buildings wall. He took the opportunity to peak inside the first window he came to and was greeted by a well furnished sitting room. Knick-knacks adorned shelves an tables. Statuettes, animal skulls, vases, rolls or parchment and more were scattered throughout the room. Whoever Krassner's friend was he obviously liked collecting junk. He hoped that whoever he was he kept is library in better order than he did this sitting room. Reven moved to the corner of the building. The brick work met each other in an odd manner here where bricks stood out. It made it the best place to start his climb. He glanced over his shoulder to where Borengar would be hiding for reassurance. The dwarf was still hiding in the gloom and despite and knew the nod he gave Reven wouldn't be seen but gave it anyway. He watched as his partner in crime scaled the wall with surprising speed soon making his way to a window at the corner of the second floor. Borengar could see him straining against the frame, it looked like he was trying to rip the window from the wall which is almost what happened.
Reven had noticed the rot round the frame of the old window and proceeded to pull it apart. It came away a little too easily and crumbled in his hand. As the bottom of the frame came away the glass slipped to the sill and cracked much more loudly than Reven would have liked. He paused waiting for a light to appear in the house in response to the noise but nothing came. The crack that run down the glass had separated it into three pieces and Reven removed these and tossed them away to the grass by the fence. Each one landed silently and after letting a few more rotten bits of frame fall away Reven drew his dagger and made his way through the window. As soon as he stepped inside he knew he'd picked the wrong room for his entry. On his left was a bed which contained and elderly man who was contentedly snoring so loudly that Reven soon understood why nobody had come to investigate the noise of the window cracking. Reven opened the door to the room and shut it behind him again, breathing a sigh of relief as it closed quietly. He stopped to listen for signs of any movement in the house and moved on searching through doorways when he was happy no one was awake.
When he reached the library he was horrified to find that not only was it massive but that there was also yet another sleeping resident of the house snoozing in an armchair in front of a huge fire that dominated the centre of the room. He wouldn't be able to leave this one alone and carry out a search of the stacks of books, it would be too noisy. He crept toward the chair that was facing away from him. He could only see the occupant of the chairs head as it lolled onto the chairs brown leather arm. Reven felt the heat from the fire on his skin as he approached and he could now here the intake of breath from his soon to be victim over the crackle of the flames. Reven sidled up the the back of the large leather chair and brought his dagger up as he edged round it to come face to face with a stunningly beautiful woman. He dropped his guard and straightened up, his jaw going slack as he took in every inch of this beautiful being. The woman lay curled up on the chair with a book nestled in the crook between her legs and her stomach. She wore only a red gown that gaped revealing enough of the flesh of her breasts and legs that Reven felt a stirring in his loins. He stood there so transfixed by the brunette beauty who slumbered before him that he didn't even notice the rooms other resident creeping up on his blind side. As Reven bent down to inspect the woman more closely he rested a hand on the book and dropped into a crouch. He felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her and started leaning in closer, that was until he heard the snarl. He turned his head slowly to to see that a dog that looked like a small wolf had padded silently up behind him. The dog was at face height whilst Reven was crouched and he spun his whole body to face the beast whilst rising slowly and backing away from the chair. The dog matched his movements and followed him crouching, ready to strike. As soon soon as it was passed the chair it pounced and Reven caught it in flight, wrapping both his hands round the dogs neck. He nicked it's nose with the edge of his dagger as he wrestled the animal under control. He rolled on top of it pinning it's body to the floor with the weight of his own and then holding it's mouth shut stared seep into its eyes willing it to stop its attack. The hound ceased its struggle and lay still under Reven as the weight of his will penetrated its brain. Reven had found that his kinship with animals went beyond his bond with Fang and that he could exert his control over most animals he came across. He rolled off the hound releasing it as he did so. As he rolled onto his back he was greeted by the sight of the now wide awake woman who screamed as she launched a vase at Reven's head. He took the blow on the forehead and the vase shattered on impact. Slightly dazed Reven rolled again and got to his feet just in time to dodge a book that had been hurled by the woman. He ducked the missile and covered the ground between them with lightning speed, banging into her roughly and placing a hand over her mouth to stop her screams. Hi momentum took them to the ground and he landed heavily on top of her causing a muffled scream. He pinned her arms to her side with her knees and spoke quietly. 'Please Miss, I have no quarrel with you. please stop screaming, I mean no harm.' The woman tried screaming again in answer to his words and Reven had to push his hand even harder against her face to stop her cries. 'Fine' he said, 'Here is your book' He showed her the book he had taken from her lap that had been dropped in the struggle with the hound. In return for it I want you to tell me where a book called....' he trailed off as he looked at the spine of the book he was holding toward the woman. It was simply titled , De Regiciener, and at once Reven knew he already had what he sought. 'Actually, never mind my lady. I'll just see myself out.' He jumped off the woman and headed for the library door. The woman was screaming at him as he ran, loud enough that anybody else in the house wouldn't be long in coming to investigate her cries.
Reven barrelled down the corridor sliding to a stop outside the last door, the one he used to get in. He could hear more voices raised in alarm behind him and before he had a chance to himself, an elderly man opened the door in front of him. The man stood in his night shirt with a look of complete surprise on his face. Reven pushed past him and made for the open window in the corner of the room. Once through he climbed down the bricks again, tucking the book inside his jerkin as he did so. He could here a commotion coming from the front of the house as he hit the ground and saw men running in all directions from the houses front door. Two headed toward him and he wasted no time in running for the part of fence that he had climbed earlier. Hidden from his pursuers eyes he reached the fence in no time and scrambled up the metal railings. The men rounded the corner of the building in time to see Reven sprinting away up the road. Borengar had already taken flight and moved at surprising speed for somebody with such small legs. As Reven caught him he slipped the book out of his jerkin and waved it at the dwarf. Borengar smiled and they continued running off into the night.
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