The Adventure; Red Forever, Forever Read.

[sascrotch]

Bah! Who needs them! If in their self-righteousness wander blindly into the Abyss, then it is a fate well deserved! To turn away help from a devout dwarf such as I. "Praise Pelor!" they say! May Moradin's hammer strike true and proud and forever be heard throughout the land of men and dwarf alike.

But enough about those fools. It looks like another night in Ferrowstil, another night of choking down that wretched brew they dare call ale. But Just one more. Just one more night.

No more.

[Viking Dong]

Half of a moon wreathed in a pale, yellow aura, a lantern suspended in a sea of stars, a host of angels. The winds of early spring playing in and around the treetops in their interwoven verdance, forerunners of the seasonal storms soon to come.

One would find little to fault in this night, especially a fellow of my own occupation. Amongst these ancient, living monuments a soul could find peace. These trees, these towers of the earth were as old the as the world that bore their roots - if not older. The council deemed these forests as the Stargroves, for they truly seemed to reach the stars, trees as tall as mountains.

I stood before a particular limbed sentinel on this night. For all the tranquility that enveloped me, my mind was ill at ease. All was not truly right. Before me, the rootspread of the mighty tree was amassed; the roots themselves were thicker in breadth than most of homes, and lengthier than most our roads. The roots of this tree formed the Roothills, and indeed they are aptly named. Mountains have foothills, and as these trees call mountains their companions, they have their foothills of roots.

And these roots were rotting.

[Black Iron Dong]

Alone.

The true torment and bane of any existance... that and with the power surging through my very being how can it ever be more than that? Now as I walk from the dead plains that were once my home, before that Necro-Bitch Hecubah destroyed it with her undead legions, I must find a way to control my power and then I will be powerful enough to avenge my fathers death. The south is said to have a tower of knowldege maybe there i will find the answers i seek. The night is a comfort for me, still as it is, as i walk down the path to Galehaven, the darkness matches the rage in my soul.

[sascrotch]

I awoke late the next morning, my stomach still lurching from the stew that was served last night. I muttered a prayer to Moradin to help me keep it down and began strapping my full plate on. I would finally leave this infested town and make my way to Claveport - and pray like no other dwarf that Rrollf Was still there.

I paid the inn keeper more than the room was worth. Maybe he'll use it to make some improvements. Or, more likely, on more cheap ale. Whatever he did with it wasn't my problem.

My problem was the dark clouds that brewed over the Crooked Spine, the treacherous mountain range I had to cross to reach Claveport. I sighed heavily and knew I should stay a few days more, but I couldn't have held my tongue or my dinner for another night. And there were those out there who needed me. Their days were numbered. It was imperative for me to see Rrollf as soon as possible.

With a heavy sigh I slung my pack over my shoulder, and, resting one hand on my hammer, set out down the path, leaving Ferrowstil for the last time.