WIP
The battle was over, and tragedy was averted. A glorious day for the little nation, and the neighbors they had given aid to. It should be a happy day for all, and yet, he was not. True at first he was pleased as could be, but, as the days rolled on, it became clear that this may yet be his pinnacle. He had thwarted would be Princes of the Abyss alongside his companions, and had made eternal enemies of the survivors, something to look forward to perhaps. Their plots, however, would be subtle, and it could be decades until they surface, a century perhaps. Der could scarcely count on them to occupy his years until then.
For now there would be peace, and the dwarf owed it to his lovely wife to treat her to an adventure of her own. One filled with luxury and amazing sights. The wonders that this world would offer. He took a few months to organize his affairs, a garden to be planted, and a fine stone likeness of his beautiful bride, Si'lat. The workers would need their wages, along with the money to take care of the home and animals while they were away. Finally was the matter of his duty to the nation to consider, and he took his time to come up with a proper candidate for the position. He finally decided upon giving his full support to a middle aged man named Marcus, a competent man, with a cautious nature and certainly more patience than Der had ever had.
Feb 13th, 2014, 02:54 PM
