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Dorian the Winter TraderDorian Helmetfist started his morning loading his card as he did every first of the month. The weather was not going to cooperate with him a blizzard was coming in down from the Borath mountains. He kept his furs wrapped tightly around his thick neck. “Thank Yrsa I am blessed with a thick beard ta keep the wind out. The wind will be blowing like the wind coming out a my step mom's mouth.” He muttered to himself as he smelled the coming storm, and saw the wind start to tear down the side of the mountain. After carefully loading his cargo he headed back inside to load up his travel
pack, and add a few extra survival items. “Sausage, hard cooked eggs, cheese, mushrooms, oh can’t forget you – black pudding mmmmm. Even I need a treat now and again. What else do I need… Ah yes me pipe, a small flask of the home brew to keep out the cold, and of course a little bit of the mead for the thirst. Dorian grabbed up the bundle in one strong hand, and headed out the door. He hitched up several white wolves to his sled. He stood up to there shoulders, many considered him quite tall, a healthy 4’ 10”. He tested the rigging, on each dog to make sure it was all secure, and the quick release knots where firm, and tided correctly. Then with a great holler “Run me friends we have a storm to outrun.” The team took off with a hard jerk, and the sled started heading down the side of the mountain at a break neck speed. Several hours into the trek the blizzard hit. Dorian could not see even the dogs in front of him. Thankfully they knew the way better then he did. Finally entering the capital city he pulled his team into the Inn of the Iced Dagger. The stables where set up to handle dog teams at this time of year, and they served cheap ale. He pulled the team into the unheated stable, and set them loose in a large pen. Locking the sled in with the wolves added a little security. “Now don let no one take nothing from that there sled but me” He barked at the dogs as he walked into the Inn. “Is Grandal here yet? Dorian bellowed as he walked into the common room. I have his order ready for him.” He sat down at the table furthest from the hearth. These city folk always keep it to hot inside. He opened his bundle and took a long pull off of his bottle of mead. Dorian didn't have to wait long till Grandal showed up just a few minutes after him carrying a rolled up list of items he had ordered. He sat down across from Dorian. “Why do you always sit in the coldest spot in you can find?” He said shivering, and his teeth chattering. Dorian just laughed. “Now what I need is some good ale, some pipe grass, several gems, and…” He whispered very quietly “That silk for the Misses.” “Yes I have all your supplies out in the stables, did you get that little special item I needed?” Grandal whispered back. “Come on and see, I don’t have all day anyways.” With that Dorian got up and started heading out to the stables, not even waiting for Grandals reply. As soon as he flung the door to the gate the wolves all sat up straight with what seemed a salute of some kind. Dorian reached into the sled and pulled out the special ordered item. A 6’ 6” double edged sword with specific etchings of runes, and gems inlaid not only in the hilt but the blade itself. As he handed it to Grandal, in a ‘this is nothing special’ manner, he teased him a bit. “Now don’t let your wizard mess this one up, it is perfect.” You will not get a better frostbrand sword anywhere, or anytime. Grandal looked the blade over trying his best not to smile, but fell in love with the fine sword. It must have weighed at least 45lbs, but was so well balanced that it felt like wielding a short sword. As he swung the sword he clipped on of the beams holding up the roof of the stables. He quickly brought the sword to rest, and examined the damage his nick did. “The beam should it only got six inches into the beam.” “Now about that silk, It is guaranteed to fit my wife right.” “As long as the measurements you gave me are correct the tailor says it will fit her perfectly.” They started to unload their sleds and carefully looked over the items that they loaded back in. Grandal looked over each weapon, and piece of armor with wonder, and smiled warmly at the stone carvings imagining each one on the shelf in his shop. Dorien was in more of a hurry if he didn’t get going soon he may not make it back before night fall, and then he risked freezing to death, or being attacked. Grandal handed Dorien a list for the order next month and they shook hands grasping at the wrist to seal the trade. “May Yrsa keep your heart warm, and your family healthy” With that they hooked up there teams and headed off into the storm. Dorien was only an hour from home when out of the blizzard came a huge white hair covered troll. (insert name of creature here… Maybe a snow troll) The wolves instantly moved to attack. Not wanting to be thrown around Dorian pulled the release line and freed the wolves from the sled. “Hold!!!” Dorian yelled. “I don’t want yah to rip that fur to pieces. Pulling out a large double headed axe he spoke an ancient word that brought the weapon to life. It started to glow with a magical power. The wolves held the creature by surrounding it and nipping at it when ever it tried to move from where it was. Cautiously he approached the circle with his axe ready to strike. The Snow Troll lunged at him with a giant stone club. Dorian expertly side stepped the blow, and swung down hard on the creatures forearm. The creature froze in mid swing, and fell to the ground. With two quick chops of the axe he had the creatures enormous head off of its body. He threw the head to the waiting wolves. “Here’s a treat for the road yah can have the rest when we get home.” The wolves devoured the head crushing and swallowing the head bones and all. He then tided the creature to the back of the sled and called the team to there places on the sled, and headed home. Once they were home he released the team and got straight to work skinning the monster. He pulled the last of the fur he could use off of the body, and then let the wolves loose on it. In a matter of minutes there was no sign that the creature ever existed, there wasn’t even a trace of blood, nor a bone left after the wolves finished their meal. Dorian shook his head. “If yah eat even the bones no one will believe these creatures exist. They will think I get these pelts from Grandal.” After he carefully packs the hide into his winter storage shed to be cured in the spring he Leaves the sled loaded outside and he goes in to warm up. “I’ll unload it in a bit, then drop off the goods to all who needs them.” He says to his wife in a teasing manner knowing full well she had waited over four months for the silk clothing to be made. |
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