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Accompanied by the dwarves and his companions, Dorm traveled further down
the East Road, hoping to make to the Plains of Dust before nightfall. The
ranger scouted ahead and searching the grass, and keeping an eye out for
dark knights who might be waiting for them along the road. After hearing
Borowin's tale about the Devahammer and the circumstances surrounding it's
recovery, Dorm, Roxi, and even Timber agreed to help the mystic in his
The group walked a few feet behind Dorm, the elf and the bodyguards staying
in front while the cleric and the mystic. Like any person who shared a
kender bloodline, Roxi began to ask Borowin questions; mostly about his
family and his faith. When the dwarf replied that he was a mystic and didn't
fully believe in the gods, Roxilandra Shanklebee, priestess of Mishakal,
went into a loud rant about how the return of the gods would be for the
better of Krynn.
Borowin pointed to an eagle flying by, causing the half kender to be
distracted. As she turned her head away from him, Borowin quickly moved his
way past Timber and the bodyguards and up to where Dorm was scouting. "That
cleric you travel with is something else," the dwarf remarked, catching his
Dorm laughed, hearing Roxi praying to Mishakal from the back of the group.
"That's how a lot clerics are. My mother was a cleric of Mishakal, and my
father was a cleric of Gilean. Sometimes they would go debate about the gods
for hours. Roxi is just passionate about her beliefs, that’s all."
"What about the elf, is he as passionate about his beliefs?" Borowin asked
with a chuckle.
The ranger shook his head. "The only thing Timber is passionate about is
steel, alcohol, and a food," Dorm replied with a smile. "Timber can't
remember his past. Where he came from. Who his parents were. All he can
remember is his days as a Steel Legionnaire. To be honest, I think he
prefers it that way."
Borowin looked back, seeing Roxi stare curiously at a squirrel while Timber
was telling a joke to the dwarves. "Some interesting company you keep Dorm
Silverfalcon, but what about you? What's your story?"
Dorm looked down the road. " Well I was raised in Solace, that's where I met
Roxi. I spent my childhood hearing many tales of heroes, and often visiting
the Tomb of the Last Heroes. When I turned sixteen, I enlisted with the
Legion of Steel. We weren't Knights of Solomnia, but we were good guys...for
the most part."
The mystic sighed. "Sounds like a good life. I had to spend many of my early
years hearing about my father and my brother. Now they are standing at the
gates of Reorx's Forge, waiting for me to retrieve the Devahammer so that
they can enter the afterlife."
"We will retrieve the hammer, and your clan will enter Reorx's Forge," Dorm
said softly. He looked forward, spotting the most beautiful woman he had
even laid eyes on.
She was dressed in white silk and had long blond hair. Her body was sleek
and perfect in all the right places. "A nymph," Dorm said softly," I'm sure
she'll just leave us alone." Though he was confident in his guess, doubt
crept into the ranger's mind as he glanced in her direction one more time,
and noticed that she was staring back him. He then spotted four small furred
figures dancing around her.
Dorm held up a hand for the group to stop. Timber broke his conversation he
was having with the two bodyguards and walked up to the front," Why did we
"A nymph," Borowin answered softly.
"A nymph shouldn't bother us," Timber said quietly.
"No, but those satyrs might," Dorm quickly added.
The elf and the dwarf looked at one another. "Satyrs?" they asked in unison.
The ranger nodded. "Yeah satyrs. Little men with horns and goat legs."
"I know what a satyr is," snapped Timber, looking down the path. "Great, one
of those little bastards is coming towards us."
No sooner did Timber finish his sentence, that the goat man who was walking
over to them, now stood a few feet away from the ranger. "Hello gentlemen.
My name is Billobee, and I couldn't help but notice that you and your party
were walking down this path."
Timber stepped to Dorm's side. "Spare us the pleasantries. We don't have any
spare steel. Now if you excuse us, my friends and I have some very important
business to tend to."
Billobee placed himself in front of the elf. "Now it just so happens that
our lady Gilda, the nymph you see down the road, has some business with the
"Me?" questioned Dorm. The ranger glanced at the nymph, who seems to be
smiling at him as she held a small bundle in her arms.
The satyr nodded. "Yes you. Gilda believes you to be the father of her
"What!" Dorm yelled," How is that possible? I've never met this Gilda."
Gasps came from behind the ranger. He looked back, seeing the glare Roxi was
giving him. Timber slapped his friend on the back. "How long were you
planning on keeping this little secret from us Dorm?" he asked cheerfully,
forgetting the satyr was standing there.
Dorm blushed while the dwarven mystic and the elven thief were roaring with
laughter. Billobee shook his head. "A month ago, Gilda took a nasty hit to
the head by a fallen tree branch, then a fallen hornet's nest, not to
mention a barrage of fallen apples and acorns. Anyways, whenever she sees
travelers coming up this way, Gilda believes one of the travelers to be her
father, or her uncle, or in your case, the father of her child."
Dorm looked at Timber, but Billobee placed a hand on the ranger's shoulder.
"Look all she wants is for you and your friends to have lunch with us. You
could choose to just walk down the road and ignore her, but it really would
make her day if you came and sat with her. I'm sure your friends would love
some time off of their feet. We’re not going to try and steal your food, or
money, or clothes. We mean no harm. There’s plenty of food."
Timber's eyes lit up at the sound of the satyr's last word. He looked at
Dorm with innocent eyes, trying to keep himself from laughing. "Oh please
father, can we stop and have lunch with mother?"
Dorm turned back to the satyr with a nervous look on his face and answered,"
Well we could use the rest."
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In a small clearing a few miles away from the road, the four satyrs danced
around while Gilda sat with Dorm, her read resting on the ranger's shoulder
as she cradled the small bundle in her arms.
The cleric and Brunhilda were dancing alone with the satyrs. Timber, Borowin,
and Vash sat in a circle, eating away the lunch the satyrs had prepared for
them. Vash looked at the small bundle wrapped in the nymph's arms,” You
really think she's holding a baby? I say it's a trap of some sort."
Borowin raised an eyebrow," What would be the trap? Getting Dorm to actually
father her child?"
They all erupted in laughter, until Timber saw something slip out of the
bundle that caught his attention. "Is that a tail?"
Gilda smiled and looked at Dorn. "He looks so much like his father." The
nymph leaned up and kissed his cheek.
Dorm looked down at the small wolf pup sleeping sound fully in the nymph's
arms. "He sure does" he said with a nervous smile.
Billobee quietly walked up to Dorm, patting his shoulder. "Thanks for doing
"Not a problem," Dorm answered through his teeth.
Dorm looked up at the blue sky, watching the clouds. Everything seemed calm
and peaceful, until the ranger saw a dark shape in the sky moving towards
the ground. "That's a blue dragon," he said softly.
"Dragon!" Gilda creamed, standing up and holding the sleeping pup closer to
The ranger quickly rose to his feet. "Gilda...take our…son and hide.
Gilda ran back to Dorm, giving him a passionate kiss. "Be careful my love,"
she whispered in a sultry voice," I don't want you to lose you again.”
Dorm watched her run far, into some trees. He looked over and saw Timber,
Roxi, and the dwarves armed with their weapons, ready for his orders.
The blue dragon slowly descended to the ground, bearing a rider in blue
armor on it's back. "I am Samuel Helmfire and my men and I have come for the
dwarf whose name is Borowin."
"Your men?" Dorm asked quietly. He scanned the clearing, seeing several men
dressed in blue armor coming from all sides. One of the men emerged from
behind a large tree, holding sword at Gilda's back.
"Give us the dwarf, or we'll kill the nymph, and the pup," the dark knight
who stood behind Gilda shouted.
Hearing Gilda's outbursts about how mean it was for the dark knight to refer
her son as a pup, Dorm drew his sword, but Borowin placed a hand over the
ranger's weapon. "It's all right Dorm. I'll go with him. It's not worth
risking Gilda and your child."
"But the child isn't even his," Timber whispered," and it's not even a
child, it's wolf cub." Roxi hit the elf in the shoulder, her eyes telling
him to be silent.
Borowin walked over to the blue dragon rider. The tall but slender, Samuel
Helmfire ordered his blue dragon, Darkwing to lower his head for the dwarf
to get on.
After the mystic managed to make it onto the dragon's back, Darkwing jumped
up into the air and flew away.
The dark knight who held Gilda at sword point, pushed her aside and followed
the rest of the knights out of the clearing. The nymph quickly ran to Dorm,
tears streaming down her face.
"Oh my darling, I'm so sorry," she cried through her tears. "Your friend
gave his freedom so that our son could live."
The wolf pup, now fully awake, looked up at Dorm and whined. Dorm put his
arm around Gilda and kissed her softly. "It's all right Gilda, we're going
to rescue him."
"I'm assuming when you say 'we'," Timber commented," you mean yourself,
Roxi, the dwarves, and me. How do you propose we do that? In case you didn't
see, they've got us outnumbered."
Billobee quietly stepped forward. "Well actually there's a camp of some
mercenaries who had just left the town of Rigitt not to far from here. The
leader's name is Lynsey Greensteel. I believe they call themselves the Jade
The cleric's eyes lit up while Timber gave a hearty laugh. Dorm looked at
the satyr. "Lynsey Greensteel? Short woman with red hair?"
The satyr looked up at Dorm. "You know her?"
"She traveled with Roxi, Timber, and me during our Steel Legionnaire days,"
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Unther Swordbreaker had just heard from one of the squires that Samuel
Helmfire had successfully captured the dwarf who possessed the map to the
Hall of Angels.
The Tablet of Time would be his sooner than he thought.
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Lynsey Greensteel as the men and women of the Jade Brigade trained. She was
a beautiful woman with fiery red hair, and jade colored eyes. She wore a
dark green shirt under her elven chain armor and carried a green hilted
As she watched her troops train, Lynsey reminisced on her days as a scout
for the Legion of Steel. During her time as a scout, she had made some
interesting friends and fought horrific battles. After the War of Souls
ended, Lynsey left the Legion of Steel and roamed Ansalon for a while,
gathering together those who had dreams of becoming heroes. After
assimilating a group of able bodied men and women, she then named her group
the Jade Brigade The Jade Brigade traveled all over Ansalon, defending the
weak and helpless from oppressing Dark Knights of Nereka, as well as
warlords and other evil.
One of the younger brigade members, a half elf named Ethann ran up to Lynsey.
"Lady Greensteel, there are some people here to see you. One of them says he
knows you. A man named Dorm Silverfalcon."
Lynsey raised an eyebrow. "Dorm Silverfalcon? Wonder what he wants?"
"Why don't you ask him yourself, he's standing right here," Dorm shouted
from behind the leader of the Jade Brigade.
Lynsey Greensteel turned around and stared at Dorm for a moment, then she
ran up and hugged him tightly. "Well it's certainly been a long time," she
said in a high voice, then turned her head to the cleric and the rouge.
"You're both still running around with this riff-raff." She quickly walked
up to them," Timber, still up to your antics? And Roxi, you've become a
cleric of Mishakal. Those robes look very good on you, though I prefer green
to blue." Lynsey greeted both Roxi and Timber with a hug. The leader of the
Jade Brigade spotted the two dwarves Vash and Brunhilda. "Interesting
company you keep Dorm. Are you trying to reform the Legion of Steel?"
The ranger knew that Lynsey was joking. "It's a long story," he answered.
Dorm walked over to Lynsey and told of how he met Borowin and rescuing him
from the dark knights. He then explained about meeting the nymph and Borowin
getting taken hostage by the dark knight Samuel Helmfire.
"That sounds like quite a predicament Dorm," Lynsey remarked shortly after
the ranger finished his story. "These dark knights you speak of, we've been
tracking them for days now, waiting for an excuse to attack their camp If
you give me an hour, and I can gather up some forces and devise up a plan to
take out the encampment. Your experienced blades are more then welcome of
Dorm smiled. He made a silent vow that he would save Borowin from the dark
knights. Even if it meant sacrificing his own life.
Last Modified: Friday October 27, 2006
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