Dreygor enters into the warrior's hall still sore from the many battles recently fought while searching for the dwarf known as Gecel. Each battle playes over in his mind as he ponders where he needs to improve his skills, things he could of done, and things he should of done. He fingers his new sword checking its finely honed edge. "Perhaps I need to practise a bit more with this weapon and learn more the art that is swordsmenship. Perhaps Gecel knows a bit about weilding a longsword and can teach me a few moves." With that he takes a seat and props his feet up waiting for the dwarf to return so he can ask him about training.
Kirell enters the hall in search of Artemis. Finding a snoring Gecel and a lounging Dreygor, he approaches human, and in a quiet voice he asks ?have you seen Artemis since we returned to town? I am in need of his assistance, and time is of the essence?.
That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
That which does kill us makes us stronger still.
Dreygor looks over his shoulder at the hulking Angori. " I am sorry Kirell I have yet to see him since we have been back. Have you tried the tavern?" With that dreygor leans his head back and closes his eyes. The morning is going to bring much practise on his part to hone his skills.
The door creaks open as the hooded figure of Garith sweeps into the hall and turns to Kirell but before even asking where Gecel is his question is answered. He turns to Dreygor and says in a queit voice, "I'm looking for some one to train me in the way of the sword. After our last encounter I have found that a staff doesn't do very well. Are you interested in providing training?"
Dreygor takes a look at the mage and gives a wide grin " I see you have come to your senses and found magic is not always the best route. If you ask me nothing is beter then the steel of a finely honed sword." He gives Garith a look up and down. Dreygor points over to a rack of training short swords. " Go get you one of those and I shall show you how to use it, Gecel has this great training dummy that will do nicly for your sparring partner for now. Who nows maybe someday I might be able to teach you the ways of the longsword. "
A grin creeps across Garith's face as he reaches for a short sword and swings it around shaving the hairs off Dreygor's upper lip. He looks up with a smile and lowers the sword. "It seems warrior that you under estimate me. I have trained and perfected the way of the dagger and short sword however the longsword is the weapon I seek to use. Do you still think that you will be able to train me?"
Dreygor pauses briefly and leaps to his feet longsword already in hand. "So you think your ready for a mans weapon? Alright then, grab yourself one and I shall gladly instruct you in its proper use. Meet me outside and be prepared the sweat and bleed a bit" With that Dreygor walks out the door with just sword in hand.
Corvax slowly walks up the front steps and tears off a small splinter of wood from the handrail opens the door and proceeds to clean his finger nails. Looking over at the sleeping dwarf Corvax thinks to himself " well at least he is in the first place I looked." Throwing the splinter down he walks over to wake the dwarf up. Then stops, He thinks " There is a procedure to waking a Dwarf I think." " O yes pour 1 mug of Beer on him to wake him, But be sure to have another mug to calm him down once awake." Corvax turns and leaves thinking "you don't get a body like this by doing alot of walking."
Corvax enters the hall abit clumsily, he has spilled some ale during the trip here so he stops to fill the mug he plans to give Gecel. Standing about 3 feet from the dwarf he pours the emptiest mug on Gecel starting from face to chest then back to face. Once empty Corvax moves back and gets ready to talk/heal.
Dreygor watches as the other carries mugs of ale into the hall and smiles a bit "He must be waking Gecel. well beter him then me, I just healed up from saving him. Oh well, atleast he will be awake and maybe I could ask him about training." With that he yells in. "Garith you coming so much to learn so little time."
Gecel bolts upright with a start. "Who be spill'n ale in me hall!" He shouts, then sputters as the rest of the cup is spilled back over his face.
"Grrrrrrr." Gecel growls, as he rises to confront the alcohol abuser.
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
While pushing a full mug towards Gecel Corvax says " Sir Gecel I am sorry to awaken you in such a way but I have business I would like to talk to you about." "This mug is for you sir." Crovax shifts his weight on to his back foot in case he needs to defend his self. He is trying to look apologetic with out looking pathetic.
Looking up at the human with much disdain, the dwarf has his axe in his hands with remarkable speed. But as he grips the hilt in his rage his eyes meet the full mug of Baumgarten Brown being thrust at him by this stranger.
Gecel looks to be in viable discomfort as he lowers his axe to his side and graciously accepts the kind gift. Replacing his buttocks back on his cot he drinks deeply and looks up at the human.
"You sure know how ta get me attention and know what I be crav'n since I return home. I'll even be overlook'n the one ya spilled on me if'n ya be gett'n me another." Gecel winks. "Now what about that business ya were talk'n bout?"
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Gecel drinks the remainder of his flagon and looks around for the second. Seeing none he frowns and looks to the dwarf addressing him.
"Alec, Great ta meet ya!" Gecel smiles broadly. "Ya wouldn't happen ta have any thing ta drink would ya?" Gecel says, shaking Alec's hand vigorously.
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Dreygor comes back in after his teaching lessons with the young mage Garith. Noticing Gecel awake he takes a quick look to make sure the other human was still in one piece. "Ah Master Gecel good to see you up and around again. I trust you are feeling a little better." He takes a seat in a chair, sets down his sword and continues. "Who are your guests here? I donot believe I have met them as of yet."
Alec holds up his hands "Me ale does not make it far." We could head to the tavern and I could buy one fa ye. Then the Great Gecel could tell of this word of ye be'in the best Weaponsmith in all the land over some ale."
"I would like to ask ye for some teaching in a similar craft." But business later ale at the tavern ye up for it?
Watching Dreygor enter he acknowledges his greeting and replies, "I do much better now lad, This strapping dwarf is Alec. He didna tell me his last name." Gecel nods at alec. "I dona know this human but he did bring me a free ale, so I likes him already!" Gecel boasts.
"If'n yer buy'n lad I'll be talk'n!" Gecel stands ready to leave.
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Crovax introduces himself and says" why don't the three or you head to the tavern and wet your whistles." Corvax hands Alec 3 gold. "Sir Gecel I and another in my group are interested in some learning about the mines and how to properly work them." "I am not able to go to the tavern with you but think about training us and what it will cost, you would be training 2 humans." Corvax says jokingly "you know how hard that can be." After waiting for any reply Corvax turns and while leaving say to no one and everyone "I'll in the grove if you need me."
Dreygor nods to the Dwarf then the human as he strides away. "Aye an ale sounds great, and perhaps some stew, that young lad had some spunk in him" Refering to Garith. "I am famished." With that Dreygor grabs his armor, sword, and shield and follows the two dwarves out the door headed towad the tavern.
As Kevass approaches the Warrior's Hall, he notices his raiding/traveling companions Alec, and Dreygor walking in the direction of the tavern with Gecel. "Ho Alec, Dreygor, and Gecel" to Gecel "I smell the odor of ale. Such a sweet perfume." Laughs Kevass. "I see you have begun to recover from your ordeal with the Dragon Queen Great Dwarf. I am Kevass the Ravager. I helped you escape from her evil torture hall in the mines. I have spoken to another of my raiding/traveling companions Corvax as he ventured toward the grove. He spoke of your possible willingness to train us in mining. I have always been fascinated with the different properties of rock and ore. I smell the fact that ale would be a suitable compensation for training. I can offer that. I can also offer flattery or levity in the form of a limerick:
Grandhelm the Dragon Queen did snare,
In a way that no one should dare,
He came from the pit,
with a rage to be fit,
Of an angrily constipated bear.
What say you to training?
Says the Wise Old Owl
Gecel is found in a cot sleeping loudly. His snores echoing off of the walls and rattling the tools hanging on the wall near the forge. He is sleeping peacefully then bolts upright and screams, "Get yer damdable thoughts out'a me head ya damn'd urdek!"
Gecel then settles and falls back into his tormented sleep.
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson