In the end we decided that it would be foolish to travel onwards on empty stomachs and Amathspar proved imcapable of contributing to our cause. So I did what all dwarves do when they're cornered in a really bad position. I dug.
As much as it pained me to bring back the memories I was greatly aided by my previous experiences of surviving in the wild, all those long weeks out on the vast planes and in the dense forests of the realm had made me surpass my peers when it came to rummaging in the mud. I was ustoppable.
-Heyyy....was that a small rodent of some kind?
-noooo...
But in the end my expansive knowledge and extraordinary skill didn't amount to much...you can only survive for so long on filthy roots and acorns... Well at least my companion won't die off in some ditch leaving me all lost in the forest...
As the journey continued I got yet another lesson about Seraté's "vastly superior" political system, a taste of elven poetry and some insight in the elven fear of metal. Most dwarves claim that the elves don't forge blades because they don't wish to harm nature or because they're too weak to lift metal objects but according to Amathspar it's related to the death of their second godess and the end of magic. The moon was a god of war, death and cultivation mirrored by her sister the sun representing harmony, life and nature. On the same day that magic was lost the elves also lost their ability to forge metal and cultivate the land. It was hard to keep up the conversation as the poetry had caused an internal riot, perhaps for the better...
From there on we traveled in silence and before I knew it the sun was once again setting beyond the horizon, the red sphere seemed almost frail as it sunk beneath the hazy clouds and the landscape had suddently been painted in a deep red.
But as I stopped for a breif moment to take in the scene a distant squabbling brought me back from my thoughts like waking from a long dream, I told the others to stop as the noise traveled ever closer. Like a whisper echoing between the trees, coming closer and closer...
MMMmmurge....I shhhmell dwuuuuurff!Nu-uh you ar wrong there! Thish ish clealy aelf.Noo too filzhy to be eelf.Hah! TOU CLEANLY YO BE DWURF!Mauurfff...Zhaddup Shnorkatz! Thei ahreeg cloyse...*sniiiiiiiiiffffff*...I shhhhmell dwuuuu...AELF!Noh! ish durf.I rip yah yar buulls off! and eet them!I'll eet yuuuur firzht! Hah!Shit...*gulp*...
-What's going on?-shhh...goblins I think
-That's bad...-baaaaaaad(Wilfred)
-Khzhe! No no no no nou thiz wurk lik thiz- me rip yar bullhz uff und killzh aelves! -Nouuurhhh! ME put daggah in ur fece befur bullripz! und me get duuurf! -Mhhhjhuuuhhh...Zhaddup Shnorkatz!Zhaddup Shnorkatz! und belives me it izh AELF!mhjuhh...-Pueh! De right-one getzh tu luut tzem! -Jaheyy! -whuy yuh happz?-Me izh right-one! -Nooouuu!This is bad...really bad...shit!
Couldn't agree more.
Yea...
Time to sack the elf?
Huh?
Yea leave him behind and ride Wilfred to safety? Win-Win!
Even better we could trade him for the trust of the goblins...
Where is this going?
...we could trade him for the trust of the goblins...and change the goblin political system to our liking and then we rise to power!!!!!!!!!
That could backfire...Solution?
A cat did it!What!?
No wait that was the last one...Uhmm...we can't just leave him! Without him we're lost!
Better lost than dead...
Perhaps...___________________________________________________________________
Last update had no real intrigue...can't take a break without a good cliffhanger