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Be wary any who would walk the under depths of the dwarves Be wary any who would walk the under depths of the dwarves, few enter and even less leave. I have traveled their home lands and whether by luck or fate or by some divine hand guiding my path I remain here to speak of the world so few have ever seen.It is a place of darkness so deep that one would be forgiven for thinking that the sun no longer exists or that in fact all light has been removed from ones eyes, even the brightest of flames seems to be consumed by the perpetual black that surrounds one and wraps him in a feeling of complete and utter despair.The residents of the under dark seem to go on about their business in the pitch of night as though walking in the brightest of days in the gardens of Molora, completely oblivious to the fact that most could not see even there own feet let alone anything else. Fearful weapons adorn every single dwarf I encountered, man, woman and child all carrying at least one axe or hammer and carrying them as if they know how and intend to, in the near future, use them to dismember some enemy or another.These short stocky creatures appear of little danger at first but to see them in battle is to know they are indeed a terrifying and brutal enemy to have and I would suggest they would be the equal of any human warrior I have had the pleasure of meeting.MakithlinScribe and Journeyman
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Take a look inside You can but you cant hide. If you cross my path I’ll make sure you feel my wrath. Give and you’ll receive Cherish every breath you breath. Scriptures on the wall Those who oppose all will fall. The first words of family Moon, as written by the first scribe.
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Orin walk gently in the small bedroom, so quietly as to not disturb the
sleeping child, looking in the small makeshift bed, Quaan was sleep
soundly. His aura was a deep purple, the magic running through his veins
keeps it that color, no matter what he is doing. He knew not to get to
attached to the child, but it was becoming harder and harder with each
passing day. The child had an uncanny ability to grow on you. Once Orin
was able to get through the trauma he put the child through with ripping
him from the clinched hands of his brother and sister. Thank the powers
that had sent him that he had protection form the kid’s magic.
Quaan’s studies have gone fast, maybe even to fast, he has already learned
more then Orin had learned in 30 years. He is like a huge sponge, seeing a
spell cast once, and he immediately knows how to cast it himself, almost
like he see’s the fibers of the spell before it happens. He sense’s spells
being cast, and weaves the best defenses to them. It is hard to remember
that his new apprentice is still only eight years old. This child must
somehow be harnessed, or he will kill himself, and thus everyone around
him.
Quaan was taking a break from study, and walked up to his Master.
“Sire, may I ask you a question?”
“Yes My child, What is your Query?”
“I would like to know what happened when I was born. Where are my
parents? Did they abandon me to you?”
Orin was taken aback. He was not aware that Quaan had no memory of his
past. He had to muster every inch of his will to ensure that he did show
any emotion or surprise over his apprentice’s question.
“Well young child, What do you remember?”
“I remember pain, deep pain. I have dreams that I am being ripped apart,
into pieces, I never seem to figure out why. I think this means that there
are parts of my life that I must put toghter.”
“Quaan, You are still yet a child, and you need not worry yourself about
things you have no control over, nor about things you can not change. One
day when you grow up..”
“Master, I am grown up, look at me.”
“I know, you may look like your 18, but you are still yet a child, you have
only achieved your 12th Birthday”
“Do not hide things from me master, I can feel that you are hiding the true
nature of me inside you.”
Orin, letting out a deep sigh says, “ The earth is your mother, The Wind is
your Father, The Water is your brother, and Fire is your sister. I will tell
you the full story at a later date, but for now you must return to your
studies.
Orin’s fears have come true, Quaan is becoming aware of things, and is
starting to question him. He must contact Sorin and Torin to discus the
manner of the other children, and how the best way to tackle this subject.
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