Salvatore, R A - The Dwarf-Drow War

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The Dwarf-Drow War

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A new problem... By: Jhaelryna

The Yochol, a handmaiden of Lloth, stood over the

Valsharess and continued to speak. "The plan is failing. The

accursed dwarves are stubborn, and resistant to our magics. In

the fullness of time, perhaps this method of attack will work.

But you do not have that luxury of time. As it stands now,

Axepeak will still be a threat to your plans." Valsharess

Jhaelryna stood quietly and brooded on this latest development.

Curse those stunted dwarves. Their digging and tunneling under

the Mountain was not a direct threat. But it was a threat none

the less. She had worked for some time on a way to undermine

the dwarves, to slowly corrupt them. But the recent orders of

the Spider Queen had moved up her timetable somewhat. She

quickly came to a decision. "I shall continue as planned. Our

original plans shall proceed. I cannot, however, guarantee the

destruction of the dwarves by the time we need...but they can

certainly be...distracted." Understanding the Valsharess'

intent, the Yochol nodded and disappeared. Jhaelryna cackled

evilly as she wrote her orders. The dwarves would be

distracted, most certainly. And it would prove interesting

indeed.

Durhelm Stonehew wiped the sweat from his brow and set down

his pick. A rich vein! He made a quick note on a crumpled

parchment, then stuffed the parchment back into his miner's

coveralls. If this vein of silver was as rich as he thought,

then the dwarves would profit much this season. He heard

several buzzing and whizzing sounds, and felt a few sharp stings

on his neck and back. "Blasted moss-keetos!!" he thought. His

vision swam, and as he fell into unconsciousness he wondered

just what mosquitoes were doing a thousand feet underground.

The dwarven patrol found him early the next day. He was

stripped naked and chained to an outcropping of rock. His skin

had been flayed off, layer by p1ainful layer. Blood lay in a

pool at his feet. "By Moradin!!" cried the patrol leader as he

ran to the tortured dwarf's side. Durhelm lifted his head,

tears in his eyes, and tried to speak. Shaking off his revusion

at the bloodied and beaten face, the patrol leader whispered

"Who wer th' devils wot dun this to ye, lad?" Durhelm moaned a

few unintelligable sounds and then slumped into unconsciousness.

The leader turned from the poor dwarf, and barked "Don' ye jes

stand ther, lads! Free him, and we best be gettin' 'im to th'

clan 'ealers. One o' ye gives him an 'ealing draught ta steady

'im." The soldiers scrambled to aid their wounded comrade. "Why

did he nae speak?" asked a soldier as he gently lowered his

friend to the ground. The patrol leader spun around angrily.

"Becaus' they cut out 'is tongue!" he yelled, "I swear by

Moradin tha' I repay those wot dun this seventyfold!!". His

words echoed down the dark passageways of the mines. A short

distance away, a dark form noted the goings on, and silently

slipped back to report that the mission was proceeding as

planned.

-----------------------------------Dark times upon us.... By:

Nystramo

Nystramo looked down at the unconscious Tigguhr, a feeling of

dread filling him. "Beldarak," he had said before passing out.

Treachery.

He motioned for the gaurds to take him someplace safe. "I wants

two kuldar on 'im a' all times," he ordered. Events were taking

a turn, and not for the better. He could smell it in the rock.

"Nys." A voice behind him interrupted his thoughts. He turned

and saw Dwyvyrn, a bleak look on his face. More bad news, he

thought. "Comes wi' me, Nys. It be Durhelm."

*****

The chief of Clan Axepeak watched in silence as the healers

worked feverishly on the miner. Durhelm's agony was evident, but

true to his heritage he didn't cry out. A cleric of Moradin

prayed over him, both to aid in the healing and to alert the god

to the possibility of a new arrival. Some of his skin had grown

back, and the beginning of a new tongue was forming. Nystramo

forced himself to watch it all.

One of the healers approached him. "We done our bes', Olor Kuld.

We kinna be savin' 'im." Nystramo nodded and approached the

dying dwarf.

Durnhelm looked up at his chief, knowing full well his fate.

With difficulty, he spoke. "I be on my way, chief." Nystramo

nodded. It was not the way of dwarves to insult honored comrades

with comforting lies. "It be too slow," the dwarf continued.

"Nae... nae tha way I wants it." Nystramo looked over to one of

the healers, who nodded. Death was assured, but it would be long

and painful. "Do me tha... tha honor.... Olor Kuld." Nystramo

nodded once more and drew Rorn Norogh, his fearsome axe. "I

makes it quick, samman. Serves Moradin a' well a' ya ha' served

tha clan." Durnhelm nodded, managed a gruesome smile, and the

axe fell.

*****

"I gots a job fer ya," Nystramo told Dwyvyrn in his office. "I

needs ta ken wha' 'appened down there." Dwyvyrn nodded,

expecting the assignment. "Picks yer team and finds who done

this."

"Who ya thinks, Nys?" Dwyvyrn asked, though he had his own ideas.

"Drow er duergar, I be thinkin'. Both be cruel enou' fer this."

"Wha' 'bouts tha ITB?" Dwyvyrn didn't really believe this

possibility, but thought it should be mentioned.

"Nae." Nys shook his head. "Nae down this deep, an' I'm thinkin'

they'd be leavin' a sign ta tells us it wa' them. This' be

reekin' o' tha Underdark. Find outs, kin, an' whoever it be, I

wants one alive."

Dwy nodded and left to choose his hunting party, knowing full

well that they might never see the halls of Lonely Mountain

again.

*****

"Bonie!" Nys barked after Dwyvyrn left. The lass, still shaken

from seeing Durnhelm as he was carried up from the mines,

entered the room.

"Aye, Olor Kuld?"

"Summons tha Council o' Elders. Tells 'em we be meetin' in tha

war room a' noon. We gots plans to make."

She nodded and ran off to fulfill her duties, wondering if she

would be allowed the luxury of finding happiness with Delfthand

after all.

-----------------------------------Deception By: Jhaelryna

The drow soldiers put aside their normal weapons, and

instead armed themselves with warhammers and battleaxes. They

laughed and joked amongst themselves as they entered the slave

pens. A group of duergar slaves huddled in the corner, warily

watching the drow advance upon them. "It's time that you served

Lloth, filthy creatures." said the Captain of the drow. "You

will play a most fitting part in a little drama..."

Moving purposefully through the mines, the three man

dwarven patrol kept a wary watch for anything unusual. Without

warning, the dwarves were engulfed in inky blackness. "Drow!!"

cried the veteran who was leading the patrol,"Stand firm, lads!"

Within a split second, the drow were upon them. The dwarves

lashed out blindly with their weapons as they attempted to

retreat clear of the magical darkness. The drow, trained in

blind fighting, knifed and slashed at the retreating dwarves.

As the veteran at last exited the blackness, he found to his

dismay that his comrades were not as lucky as he. He grimly set

his weapon and launched himself at the first drow to emerge from

the darkness spell. "That'll teach ye, ye blasted elfies!" he

cried as his axe disembowled his dark opponent. "Who be next?"

When the battle was over the three unfortunate dwarves lay

slain upon the tunnel floor. The drow had arranged the hacked

bodies of a dozen duergar around them. Admiring his handiwork,

the Captain of the drow finished placing the last corpse. A

scene of great carnage. Even a detailed examination of the

bodies would probably indicate that they had slain each other in

mortal combat. He was sure that he would be commended for his

actions. He had lost only one soldier, with 2 others being

seriously wounded. The last dwarf had proved to be a

challenging foe, he thought. An evil smile crept across his

face as he thought of things to come. He intended to fulfil his

orders to the letter. Within a few short weeks, the foolish

dwarves would be chasing shadows under the Mountain. He barked

a quick command to his men. The drow warband left the bloody

remains behind them, pausing only to make sure that they left no

discernable trail as they left.

-----------------------------------The Ironpeak Warrior.... By:

KAGIS

Kagis Ironpeak was no stranger to battle. In fact, he craved

it... not the little encounters that were so common in these

parts... but the big, knock down, drag out fights that pitt

dwarf against all manner of fearce monster. Scratching his

slightly peppered beard, Kagis thought about the recent attacks

from the underdark, "Somethin' 'ere don' seem righ'. All

raports seems ta implicate dem durn drow, but now we's find a

patrol dat looks li' it be taken ou' by duergar. Rust and

Tarnish!" Letting out a puff, "dat does it, I guess dere be

nuttin ta do essept go down dere an' find out what befallen me

kin."

The battle-worn dwarf pounds across his small room in the Lonely

Mounten, and approaches a large leather-bound chest. The chest

is only slightly smaller than Kagis himself, made of mithrill

steel and inlaid with silver. Kagis slides the chest into the

center of the room, grunting under the weight. Reaching in his

belt pouch, the dwarf draws out a golden key and inserts it in

the locked chest. With a twist of the key, the chest unlocks.

Kagis slowly, almost reverently, opens the chest's lid to peer

down inside. "Come ta pappa me precious Kuldarau (The Great

Axe)." Kagis reaches in the chest and pulls out the large

battle axe. Running his hands over the weapon, Kagis breaths a

deep sigh, remembering when his father passed the clan's weapon

down to him. Kuldarau is centuries old and was forged of

Mithrill and Nature's Magic by the first clan lord of the

Ironpeak clan.

Kagis hefts the Great Axe in one hand with a familiarity that

speaks volumes of battles in bygone times. "Now we be seein'

who dare attack me new clan sammans."

Reaching back in the huge chest, Kagis retrieves a few more

items. Tefflairn a hand-held crossbow of dwarven make that

would shame those used by the drow. Kagis straps Tefflairn to

his heavy leather belt, and retrieves a quarrel of magic bolts

(a gift from a human paladin). Next, Barakalagh his stout

shield. Finally, Kagis pulls out a small golden ring engraved

with runes. Placing the ring of regeneration on his finger and

hefting Kuldarau, Kagis leaves his delve heading for the lower

delves of Lonely Mountain.

His Iron-studded boots clomp resoundingly on the stone floors as

Kagis steps into the grand meeting hall. Spotting Nystramo

sitting in a corner speaking with Bonnielass, Kagis waves an

armored hand at the Olor Kuld. "Greetin's kin!" Kagis calls

out.

Both Nys and Bonnie waive back. Bonnie nods to Nys then leaves

on some errand, leaving the two warriors alone. "Wha' be

bringin' ye from yer battle field ta da Morndin Kagis?"

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TheDwarf-DrowWar-------------------------------------Anewproblem...By:JhaelrynaTheYochol,ahandmaidenofLloth,stoodovertheValsharessandcontinuedtospeak."Theplanisfailing.Theaccurseddwarvesarestubborn,andresistanttoourmagics.Inthefullnessoftime,perhapsthismethodofattackwillwork.Butyoudonothavethatluxur...

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