Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141102040650/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141112044021

At Kheled-Arnin....

Eureka approached the gates of Glosur's home. He was an old friend, surely he'd listen to this news.

When he got up to the gates, a guard stopped him. "Why do you wish to enter?"

"I need to see Glosur. I have something very important to discuss with him."

"Glosur has been gone nearly a month now. He's investigating something in Forodwaith."

"Oh, no" Eureka thought. "He's gone to the pit, hasn't he? I have to find him before it's too late."

Meanwhile...

As Glosur explored through the caverns, he heard a voice behind him. As he turned, Kherender, scorched dented and weary, stood at the bottom of a staircase.

"Dwarven King! Come quickly! The fire demons are coming, they feel your presence! I can lead you to a safe place. Hurry!"

Kherender led Glosur back up into the upper levels. Eventually, they came to what seemed to be a dead end. However, Kherender moved a pillar out of the way, and revealed an opening just big enough to crawl through. Inside, Kherender had constructed a small living hut. There were beds, tables, chairs, a furnace, an oven, and several warg pelts. It was a replication of a hunter's house in a Forochel village. The only thing distinguishing one from the other was the sight of a tortured elf hudled in the corner.

"Don't mind him." Kherender said. "He's not as bad as the others. he seems to like me. He sure has been a big help. Knows his way around this place. He's pretty good with that bow, too. You'll have to stay here a good while. As far as I know there's no way out, and we're surrounded by Orcs and wargs and fire demons and tormented elves. But, it'll be nice having good company besides him. He spends most of his time huddled in the corner, muttering. Poor thing."