O' Broken Hinges [RP Story]

[Magister214 116]

O' Broken Hinges

 

The dwarf simply could not help himself. Doors across Idunia and the Empire lay smashed or hanging from its hinges. The contents of chests and barrels lay scattered across the floor of whatever dwelling it was in. First it was the Qali Estate whose residences fell to become the target of his greedy hands. Coal was taken from the furnaces, rooms were cleared, and the populations of cattle were halved by his blade. The dwarf did anything within his strength to harm the conquerors of Urguan even if it were the innocents who became the victim. Altwegg became the second target, and soon the many vassals of the Empire followed shortly after. 

Some days of rest pass before the dwarf stood upon the bridge to the golden hills of Idunia. There the tall white chalky walls of Angrenost and the structures surrounding it fell victim to his pilfering. How unfortunate the gates were left open. With the guards either not paying attention or simply taking a nap. The short individual in blackened plate armor continued his acts of larceny. Not a single room or door was left untouched. Alduun was next in broad daylight. The shining and populated city would soon have its wealth stripped. The dwarf scouted a residence with a goat inside it. He reads the sign, 'Zora Euler'. With a shrug, he took out his war hammer, raised it back a bit and began slamming his swings into the wooden doors.
SLAM!
        SLAM!

                SLAM!
The war hammer left splinters and dull crescents indented in the wood. Soon the doors groan and yield with a crash. The idle yet muffled conversation from nearby residences continue along with the occasional bird whistle as the dwarf steps inside. The barrels, drawers, and chests were all rummaged. Even the food that had been left in the oven had been stolen. Broken glass, and muddied boot prints dirtied the floor and rugs. Many of the residences across Alduun fell victim to a similar fate. 

Somewhere in the forest, the dwarf sat once more. Counting through his treasures, the occasional imperial schilling, and some new weapons to provide the other dwarves with. After a moment an opportunity arose. A sheet of parchment is drawn, a message scribbled, and soon sent by bird. A potential target, a potential heist to be had, but he would need more numbers.

The original group who had broken into that imperial palace.