Post by Al on Jan 16, 2010 15:59:42 GMT -5
Chapter the First
War.
Rumours of War.
Always rumours. You never know if they are true or no, thought the Dwarf as he packed his bag. This time it sounded serious though.
Rumours had reached Bor that Sommerland was about to go to war, that the Kai were gathering and that peasants were being conscripted.
How many times have I heard this rumour, thought Al? Too many. But something about this one hit a nerve. Something sounded true.
Screams. Fire shooting across the night sky and dwarflings crying. Dwarfs running. The sound of handguns filling the night as arrows fell around him.
Besides, he thought. It is not like I have anything here in Bor anymore. Not since I have given up my commission in the Royal Army of Bor. I thought I could make a go of the family business, but how could I with no family? I thought the Army could replace my family, but I was wrong, nothing could. All I have now is Vengeance.
“Is that nae right boy” He said, looking down at the dog at his feet, “Vengeance is all I care about.” He said, chuckling to himself. What a good dog he is, he though, and loyal too. He just recently purchased Vengeance, from a High Sage of Lyrius. At the time he thought it was funny that a man dedicated to knowledge would be interested in breeding dogs, but then he thought that even the high and wise have hobbies.
“Maybe I need a hobby tae, what dae ya think Vengeance?” But Vengeance just looked up at him and wagged his tail. He leaned over and petted the dog behind his ears.
A lot of Dwarfs thought him odd, his strange fascination with humans. Most expected him to hate humans after what had happened to him and his family, but he did not. When asked, he tried to explain. Yes, it was humans that slaughtered his family, but it was also humans that saved him, nursed him back to health, and, while they were unable to save his family, it was a human that enabled his father to die like the dwarf warrior he was, not like a slave.
He could hear them now, the voices of the humans as they broke the lines the dwarfs had made to defend the caravan. It was a strange tongue, one he did not know. He raised his axe, ready to stand next to the adult dwarfs and defend them.
So he was going to go the human lands, and see what was going on there. War always brought out extremes in humans. It could bring out the worst in men, or the best. Unfortunately, it was the best that would go to war, and the worst that would remain behind. With the generals and princes thinking of the war, little thought would be directed to those who stayed behind. To those too old or too weak to fight, the women and the children. The princes and the Generals did not think of them, but the bandits did. With the menfolk at war, they were easy pickings.
He did not hate humans, but he hated bandits. Creature (he could not think of them as human) who lived off of the hard work of others, who preyed on the innocent and helpless. Oh how he hated them, and while he may be too late to join the campaign, he was damned if he would let bandits prey on the weak. And besides, with bandits converging in those territories, might he have a chance for vengeance?
He loaded the last of his equipment on his pony, and tightened his vest. He had spent the last week preparing for this journey. His rifle and hand gun were immaculate. The edges on his axe and short sword razor sharp. His Bronin vest (a gift from a human, a Kai Grand Master no less) was immaculately polished.
He finished his packing, double checking that all was good. He said a silent prayer to his ancestors, and closed the door behind him.
With a purpose that was different from most bandits, a small group of them went for old Steelgrip Ironforge, the gunsmith and owner of the caravan. While the rest of the Dwarfs were engaged in bloody hand to hand fighting with the bandits, a few bandits had broken away from the main group and approached Steelgrip. Three engaged him in hand to hand combat, while a fourth snuck up behind him. He killed two of them before the fourth threw a net over him. Once they had him secure, the other bandits fell back.
Then it was as if all the demons of hell broke loose around them. Then darkness.
“Come Vengeance, it is at least twelve hours journey to where we are meeting the merchant caravan”
He was going to accompany a merchant caravan part of the way to Sommerland. When he approached the human trader to ask if he could accompany him, the trader was overjoyed. It was not every day that a former Rifle Commander in the Royal Army of Bor was going to accompany him.
After twelve hours of travel, he arrived at the point where he was going to meet the merchant, and found his caravan there. It consisted of three wagons, plus the merchants personal carriage, and about a dozen or so hired security. There was no sign of the merchant himself when he arrived, but the Dwarf was approached by a man wearing the colours of the merchant.
“Ahh, Master Dwarf, my Master has told me to wait for you here, and he is most pleased to have you, he asks that you meet with him in his personal carriage, but before you go, I need to take some information from you for our records, insurance purposes you know.
“May I first have your name in full?”
After a moments hesitation he replied; “Bon-Al Ironforge, son of Steelgrip, but now I go by Al.”
War.
Rumours of War.
Always rumours. You never know if they are true or no, thought the Dwarf as he packed his bag. This time it sounded serious though.
Rumours had reached Bor that Sommerland was about to go to war, that the Kai were gathering and that peasants were being conscripted.
How many times have I heard this rumour, thought Al? Too many. But something about this one hit a nerve. Something sounded true.
Screams. Fire shooting across the night sky and dwarflings crying. Dwarfs running. The sound of handguns filling the night as arrows fell around him.
Besides, he thought. It is not like I have anything here in Bor anymore. Not since I have given up my commission in the Royal Army of Bor. I thought I could make a go of the family business, but how could I with no family? I thought the Army could replace my family, but I was wrong, nothing could. All I have now is Vengeance.
“Is that nae right boy” He said, looking down at the dog at his feet, “Vengeance is all I care about.” He said, chuckling to himself. What a good dog he is, he though, and loyal too. He just recently purchased Vengeance, from a High Sage of Lyrius. At the time he thought it was funny that a man dedicated to knowledge would be interested in breeding dogs, but then he thought that even the high and wise have hobbies.
“Maybe I need a hobby tae, what dae ya think Vengeance?” But Vengeance just looked up at him and wagged his tail. He leaned over and petted the dog behind his ears.
A lot of Dwarfs thought him odd, his strange fascination with humans. Most expected him to hate humans after what had happened to him and his family, but he did not. When asked, he tried to explain. Yes, it was humans that slaughtered his family, but it was also humans that saved him, nursed him back to health, and, while they were unable to save his family, it was a human that enabled his father to die like the dwarf warrior he was, not like a slave.
He could hear them now, the voices of the humans as they broke the lines the dwarfs had made to defend the caravan. It was a strange tongue, one he did not know. He raised his axe, ready to stand next to the adult dwarfs and defend them.
So he was going to go the human lands, and see what was going on there. War always brought out extremes in humans. It could bring out the worst in men, or the best. Unfortunately, it was the best that would go to war, and the worst that would remain behind. With the generals and princes thinking of the war, little thought would be directed to those who stayed behind. To those too old or too weak to fight, the women and the children. The princes and the Generals did not think of them, but the bandits did. With the menfolk at war, they were easy pickings.
He did not hate humans, but he hated bandits. Creature (he could not think of them as human) who lived off of the hard work of others, who preyed on the innocent and helpless. Oh how he hated them, and while he may be too late to join the campaign, he was damned if he would let bandits prey on the weak. And besides, with bandits converging in those territories, might he have a chance for vengeance?
He loaded the last of his equipment on his pony, and tightened his vest. He had spent the last week preparing for this journey. His rifle and hand gun were immaculate. The edges on his axe and short sword razor sharp. His Bronin vest (a gift from a human, a Kai Grand Master no less) was immaculately polished.
He finished his packing, double checking that all was good. He said a silent prayer to his ancestors, and closed the door behind him.
With a purpose that was different from most bandits, a small group of them went for old Steelgrip Ironforge, the gunsmith and owner of the caravan. While the rest of the Dwarfs were engaged in bloody hand to hand fighting with the bandits, a few bandits had broken away from the main group and approached Steelgrip. Three engaged him in hand to hand combat, while a fourth snuck up behind him. He killed two of them before the fourth threw a net over him. Once they had him secure, the other bandits fell back.
Then it was as if all the demons of hell broke loose around them. Then darkness.
“Come Vengeance, it is at least twelve hours journey to where we are meeting the merchant caravan”
He was going to accompany a merchant caravan part of the way to Sommerland. When he approached the human trader to ask if he could accompany him, the trader was overjoyed. It was not every day that a former Rifle Commander in the Royal Army of Bor was going to accompany him.
After twelve hours of travel, he arrived at the point where he was going to meet the merchant, and found his caravan there. It consisted of three wagons, plus the merchants personal carriage, and about a dozen or so hired security. There was no sign of the merchant himself when he arrived, but the Dwarf was approached by a man wearing the colours of the merchant.
“Ahh, Master Dwarf, my Master has told me to wait for you here, and he is most pleased to have you, he asks that you meet with him in his personal carriage, but before you go, I need to take some information from you for our records, insurance purposes you know.
“May I first have your name in full?”
After a moments hesitation he replied; “Bon-Al Ironforge, son of Steelgrip, but now I go by Al.”