Aslanbor

When Sindri was young dwarf no older than 14 he had begun to be trained by his father in the ways of black smithing. His father told him that all of the races praised the work of the dwarves and held them in high esteem. Sindri learned quickly and soon began to produce the finest blades in his small mountain village. By the age of 25, Sindri had grown so used to the swing of the hammer and the heat of the forge he was invited to the king's hall. He told his father of the invitation and saw the shine in his father's eye. He hugged his father and kissed his mother and said his goodbyes and left. He traveled all day and night, his excitement keeping him going. He had just came out of the treeline when he saw the capitol. He had to be at least another mile or so away, but a mountain of black stone jutted out of the horizon as if the earth had gotten a bad splinter.  He had made it to the gates out of breath after running from the woods in pure glee at the sight of such a massive mountain. After Sindri was led into the king's hall he sat down and listened to the king sing of Sindri's work. He had just finished when he heard a scream from the back of the hall. He turned to see what had happened only to see a woman fall and a man in a hooded black robe appear behind her holding a bloodied dagger. He hopped out of his seat and pulled his warhammer from the sheath on his back, ready to fight in a split second. The hooded man approached until he was mere feet from Sindri. A warcry from behind Sindri made him jump as he turned to see the source of the scream. He saw the king charging at the mysterious man with a large mace made of black steel. The man merely pushed the puny dwarf aside and grabbed Sindri's mail and punched him in the face, knocking him out. When Sindri woke up he was in a forest awakened by the crackle of a fire and the smell of food. He realized he hadn't eaten since he walked out of the treeline the other day. He sat up and searched for the source of the smell and was surprised to see a handsome crouching next to a small campfire holding a pan full of sizzling bacon. Sindri was about to ask a question when the elf turned to him and smiled. "You're awake." He said, "Now begin the real training."

That was over 30 years ago. Sindri still thought of that day many times. He had grown ever more powerful in both physical and mental capabilities. The young elf was a mage who helped Sindri master something he din't know he possessed. Now he just sat in his comfy cottage and smoked his pipe. He had lived his life of adventure already. He had many sons and grandsons who kept him busy all the time. Yes, Sindri was older now and wanted nothing more than a soft bed and a good bit of tobacco. He had just stood up to grab a mug of ale when he heard a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Sindri called out. 

"An old friend." Came the reply.  Sindri strode towards the door and opened it cautiously. He sighed a breath of relief as he looked at the face of his old mentor. "We have work to do Sindri." The old elf said, "But first I must tell you why I found you that night 30 years ago."  

Sindri listened as his mentor told him why he came to Sindri and who he actually was. Sindri was shocked to find out he was a rune master. He stopped thinking and he started sweating. The floor creaked as Sindri paced back and forth. "Please leave me old friend." The dwarf said nervously, " I must think of what is to come." Sindri hugged his friend and watched him leave. As soon as the door closed Sindri began to pack. He wanted no part of this new quest and was bound to avoid it at all costs. He finished packing and ran out the door, headed to a mountain far away, and hopefully secluded. He wanted a normal life, and he will get one.