Frey Upon The Hill

[TEEbrown 348]

In the art of rememberance, I will tell you a tale of the Vale and the Icy Mountains that run nearby it.

A dark night is was, we knew danger was to haunt us when we first heard the words, Teuton, leave the halfling's mouth. His name was Bili Hollowmead, he allowed us to stay at the tavern and drink his ale free of charge. A great thing for a halfling to offer to weary and thirsty dwarves. Us dwarves being; Tortek Irongut, Relku Grandaxe, King Hiebe Irongut, and of course, myself.

So we set out, crossing an ice stricken lake and over a snow topped mountain. We arrived at the supposed Teuton fortress, but alas, it was none of the kind. We pressed on, though darkness seemed to loom around every corner.

Just over the mountain's edge lay a valley. And in that valley was built a massive fort. Curious enough, when we approached, the guard suspected us of being Teutons ourselves! Outrageous behavior! In light of events, we did not wish to terry there anymore as well. So every farther we pressed on, deeper into the valley, where the mountain wall seemed to close in on us. Their peaks got harder to see as dark clouds pressed in to block our view.

As we went passed some farms, we found a house, a stone house. Upon more investigation, the house was as hollow by being burned out from the inside! Even more curious. But then, it was said by Hiebe that we must leave, there was an unsettling tone in his voice, very troubling. He began to explain that he had been here before, on some scouting mission, that it was not safe. This indeed not sit well with our halfling companion, nor did it with most of us.

It was then did a blood curdling howl pierce the evening sky, like a heavy sword scraping against hard stone. This gave a great freight to our companions. The dark clouds that barred our vision before bore us snowfall, slowly at first, but then quickened as the wind picked up. Soon a great storm was upon us, we had no other choice but to flee!

We ran as fast as we could back through the valley in which we previously treaded. Hiebe called lighting down upon the darkness in our wake. The evening began to turn to a very unsettling night. Faster and faster was our pace, not to give any ground to any beast that might hunt us. We once again climbed the mountain face out of the valley, back up to the original building in which we found that the halfling thought was the Teutonic Order's fort. I called to my companions to take shelter in it's walls, so in we went, out of the falling snow and looming darkness.

In this moment, we sat in fear as darkness enveloped the land in it's entirety. Waiting, watching for the beasts of the night to come claim us. We all where at the ready; axes, swords, hammers drawn. The King stood his ground, unwavering, in the only opening to the outside cold. Even more howls could be heard from the darkness. Hiebe lifted his hammer above his head. BOOM! Lighting striked an unknowing wolf in the distance.

The Irongut called out to the stale, cold air, "May Urguan's hammer guide me!"

As the wolves drew nearer, we began to see their yellow eyes pierce through the darkness, reflecting off the torches that where lit within. One attempted a frontal charge but was smited by Hiebe's hammer in a crushing blow that cracking of a skull could be heard at the other end of the valley. The Irongut King gave out a loud laughter, not fearing the wolves that beset them.

As he finished his laughter, the wolves began to move in on our position, surrounding us. Relku readied his sword as one charged him, biting into his arm as he plunged his sword deep into the beast's furry body. The wolf was dead before he hit the ground, but Relku sustained injures. Tortek moved in to ward off any wolves wanting to get a jump at an injured lad.

Almost every dwarf had a wolf it was combating now. But then, a wolf jumped right in front of the small Bili Hollowmead. It growled with terrible ferocity, the halfling shuddered. Slowly, but meaning to do so, Bili began to pull out a fang of some kind from his back pocket. The wolf advanced slowly, unknowing of his actions. The wolf pounced, but Bili was quicker. Before the wolf knew it, Bili had plunged the sharp fang right through his skull, leaving him dead instantly.

One by one, the wolves began to fall. We felt the optimism rising. Soon, a whole heap of wolves lay dead at our feet, it was a most unholiest of sights if I ever did see one. I gave a sigh of relief as I layed down my axe. But alas, it was premature as I saw Bili pointing out to the darkness crying, "The Alpha is still out there!"

We all turned and looked out into the mysterious darkness, looking back at us where the largest pair of yellow eyes I had ever seen. It was then that the beast gave out the worst sound one could hear. I swear by my beard, that it's foul howl began to peel up the floorboards on which we stood. The foolish Relku, still holding his arm from the bite of the wolf, said outright, "I can take 'em!".

"Foolish lad!" I says, "you already are injured, you'll get yourself killed!" Ingoring my warning he charged the Alpha, into the darkness. I of course followed after him, what would Valen think if I let his son get killed?! Hiebe and Tortek all followed in suit, charging the large Alpha. As we enclosed around him, he turned right to Relku, seeing that he was injured.

Step by step he got closer, until, he turned his large head towards my way. Only then I truely got a good look at him. He was about as big as two dwarves stacked on top of each other, fur as black as the night. His massive claws left large prints in the snow as his massive weight brought the snow to it's deepest layer. I steadied myself, tilted by axe to the side horizontally in defense.

With one bound, the massive, horrible creature was in the air! It's mouth ajar for its terrible jaws to come crashing down on my skull! A half a second is all it took, I thrusted by tiled axe right into it's mouth, making give a loud yelp. It's claws just about dug into my skin until the head of Hiebe's hammer came crashing across it's body which sent the wolf flying through the falling snow. The Alpha remained motionless, dead, like the others.

As I remained laying there, I could here Hiebe picking out the teeth of his fallen prize, 13 of em to be exact. I reached for Tortek's hand for assistance up. As Tortek helped me up, leaving my body print on the snow, a cracking sound came from my chest. I stumbled in pain, reaching for my chest. I felt the concern of my companions upon me, but I did not let my pain shown.

Sunlight shown on our faces as the break of dawn came upon us. To our great relief, we all began down the mountain, thinking of a warm fire and a good ale. Tortek helped me with support as well as the use of my cain. As for that young Relku, I gave him an earful after the foolish actions of earlier. Alas, a beardling will always be a beardling.

[Hiebe 2493]

*listens to the good story like he was there*

Dammed wolves, gud ting ders nune round karik har har

*pets his need fur coat and the wolf teeth necklace that is around his neck*

[Aryon 679]

[ As usual - An amazing read! ]

[Zezimus 1523]

Valen sits, an ale in hand, eagerly listening to the tale being told. After it is over, he leans forward in his seat and darts his eyes to Reklu who is sitting opposite him.

"Ye best beh listenin' tae ye uncle next toime lad... Weh wud naught beh wuntin' un ov t'ese beasts tae take ye loife now, wud weh? Ye beh doinin' in battle er not'in' at all, nawt bae t'e 'ands ov ah bludeh wolf!"

He raises the tankard to his lips and takes a large swill of fine dwarven ale, before tilting his head back towards Bazian.

"Ye always beh 'avin' ah storeh tae tell dun't ye, brudder? Ah'm sure t'ese tales ov valour will guh down in 'istoreh, fer our sons tae tell d'eir sons, fer generations upon generations. T'ank ye fer t'e foine recount."

[Thrym 188]

Maellik, listens to the story, hanging on every word, almost seeing it in his mind. Looking at his uncle Hiebe, old teacher Bazian, and cousin Tortek, Maellik gives a huge grin, feeling quite proud of his friends and family. Raising his tankard of ale in the air and giving a salute with it to all that had been at the frey, Maellik speaks.

"An excellent story, Bazian! Ah almost feel as if ah was dere ma self."

Taking a swig from his tankard, he raises it in salute to those at the frey once more.

[TEEbrown 348]

He smiles as he finishes the tale, still holding his wrapped chest. Taking a quick swig of his tankard, he says.

"Ah t'ink ah 'ad enough adventures fer ah whoile. Who'da thought t'at dese 'alfins' 'ad th' stomach fer such t'ins' any'ow!"

Bazian gives out a hearty laugh, but is shortened by the pain in his chest.

[Thrym 188]

Maellik looks at Bazian with concern as he sees his laugh cut short. He steps forward, extending his hand towards Bazian if his help is needed.

"Are yeh alroight, Bazian? Do yeh need a docta er somefin?"

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Bili Hollowmead sits in the Drunken Sheep Inn, the same one that he met the Dwarves and their King Hiebe in, telling a much simpler version of the same heroic tale. He laughs aloud at the sheer might and courage of every companion that took part in the adventure. As he nears the end of the story, where the Wolf Chieftain attacks, the Halflings around him listen intently. They gasp, as they hear its gruesome death, but also feel much more comforted inside.

"We ain't never goin' ter see those blasted wolves again!", although by saying this, Bili is horribly wrong.

[TEEbrown 348]

Maellik looks at Bazian with concern as he sees his laugh cut short. He steps forward, extending his hand towards Bazian if his help is needed.

"Are yeh alroight, Bazian? Do yeh need a docta er somefin?"

Shrugs and plays it off.

"Ehh, not sumfin' ah 'aven't 'ad befer, ah'll beh alroight, jus' ah few week's rest."

[Vekrus 396]

*Reklu sits opposite his father as he listens to his uncle recount the story. After it is finished, Valen gives him an earful.*

"Aye, 't wa' stupid of me to go ou' ter by meself but, I truly didn' kno' 'ow big the thin' was. I will definitely listen nex' 'ime."

*Relku than begins to change the bandage on the rest of his arm.*

[Thrym 188]

Maellik backs away and sits down slowly but he still has a look of concern on his face. Speaking quietly to himself he says

"Ah 'ope yeh 'aven' pushed yerself too far ma mentor..."

[Boomack21 124]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.