Dawn was approaching the small town of Valeia. Just before closing of the town gates earlier in the night had the small party of Dwarves entered the township and sought lodging in the Main Inn. And their arrival caused a restless sleep for the Town Elder. Startling awake he tore from his home, lantern in hand and sweet upon his brow. Barging into the Inn he found the newest arrivals, the source of the pull of his body and will. Slamming the door open to their small quarters he held the lantern up to allow its light to spread across the room…
“What in the Bloody Mountainhome’s are you doing you crazed Human?!?!” Bellowed on of the males as he struggled with the bed sheets while attempting to shield his eyes from the lantern light. The Elder said nothing as he servayed the room of Dwarves, blinking and rubbing the sleep from their eyes. He released a heavy sigh, the pull at the back of his mind had stopped. Finally he spoke…
“Something has happened, something evil. The shadows speak to me, they have cried out to me in my dreams…”“Ah what do we care…” Muttered Steelbone as he began to pull the blanket over his head just as a pillow connected with it…
“What do you mean Elder???” Queried Menaceheals as she turned her feet out and onto the wooden floorboards of their room. A pillow missing from her bed. The Elder Smiled calmly, the Female seemed to be a voice of reason. This was good…
“I have seen visions, Of unspeakable horror in the night…””Then why are you mentioning them…” Muttered the blanket covered Steelbone who was silenced again by four more pillows…
“I fear the Prophesy of the Ages has come to pass. You must come with me for we must consult the Oracles of Ishard N’ah to learn more. But Ishard N’ah is far away and a most dangerous journey. We will need a special magic to protect us. I ask that you go now before the sun rises on a secret task for me, to unearth what has not been seen in the Gael Sarran for many centuries…” The Elder took a much needed breath, it was like he couldn’t gather it himself to speak its name. He licked his dry lips before speaking once again, but it was in a hushed whisper…
“The Mavin Sword…”“The what???”Foln asked with a confused look on his face. He had trained with the use of a Sword for a couple of years now, but he had never heard that name before…
“The Mavin Sword. A Weapon made from twin metals, one blessed while the other cursed. Said to be able to Kill even those that are Immortal…”The voice tallied off as everyone in the room including the Elder stopped to stare at the now uncovered Steelbone, pillows forming a wall around him…
“WHAT? Can’t I actually know something or am I spos to be the idiot of this group…”“The Rogue is right,
And I feel I might know where it has been hidden...
I had a very strange dream earlier this night, I was walking through a graveyard in the darkness of the night when I heard a voice call our my name. ‘Gareth… Gareth…’ it cried. I followed it and came to a Tombstone with a black crow perched atop of it. As the bird flew away I noticed a name etched into its stone face, Nivius…
Then all of a sudden from beneath the grave there arose a great taloned fist of an Ancient Dragon and clutched within its grasp was the Mavin Sword, stretching to pierce the darkened sky…
I believe that this Dream is an Oman. You must follow the old cemetery road to the Graveyard Ruins of Bersault. Search for the Tomb of Nivius, I believe there you will find the Legendary Mavin Sword. Go now quickly, I beg of you, and return with the fabled blade. I will await you at my home to hear for you. And Pray for your journey…”Without a word more the Elder turned and disappeared out the door leaving the six Dwarves behind him. The Dwarves looked at one another, the silence was only broken when Mordian spoke…
“Well, I say we do it,
seems that the Old man was waiting for us to arrive. So that must mean something…
I saw the blacksmith was still working when we arrived, A Dwarf too. Perhaps we should get some equipment before we head off.
I doubt these Pigtail clothes will protect us anymore…”A solemn nod came forth from four of the Dwarves in the room as they began to repack their simple supplies. The Rebelling voice of Steelbones’ could be heard from the outside as he was pulled from his bed…