Recent content by Torin Gemheart

It was fortunate for Maelyne by her own admission that she wasn’t a fighter. That’s what she hired Torin for, after all. He might not stand taller than others but he stood tall, ready to face danger, brave any adventure, and swing his axe into a creature which would hack as much as hammer, and...

Unfazed by his employer’s rejection of his offer to take a sip from his wineskin, Torin shrugged and took another sip. More for this dwarf anyway. Granted, wine wasn’t a liquor to begin with; it, like beer, was fermented and was alcohol but was not distilled. It was different. Trust a dwarf to...

One pouch removed from table. Other pouch put down. Torin was drinking but wasn’t drunk by any means so was able to tell that something was amiss somehow. However, after checking the second pouch to see that money was within it, he was neither settled nor impressed. He simply accepted the merit...

The dwarf, of course, knew no one in his presence. Yet he respected intelligence when he encountered it either at the table or in the field as far as able. The man who had planted his hand on this drunken idiot’s shoulder was not so belligerent. He was, however, careful, ready to subdue his...

Presently distracted by the band and their instruments, with no song to get lost in with lyrics, Torin wouldn’t put it past them. Not every piece of music needed someone to sing. There were already dancers just enjoying the beat as he enjoyed his meat and mead—in a manner of speaking. Just...

The Careful Barrel was as much of a tavern as any owner could muster. An establishment positioned in the thick of it within the city streets, there was a sign hanging outside which depicted a barrel and that was it. Inside was a different story. There was a roaring fire, malt beer, meat ripe off...

Generally speaking, when one heard danger the correct course of action tended to be to run in the opposite direction. Do not go toward it. Do not advance. Go back. Particularly when said noise was a bit distorted. It was a shriek that sounded like the angriest banshee one unfortunate soul might...

It was undoubtedly tricky trying to track their quarry on this mountain and toward that forest. Give Torin some tunnels and halls within a dwarven stronghold and he might find any lost soul. A torch to light the dark. He thought along their march. Where rain may not put out the flame. It was...

Torin was more sure about the rough and treacherous terrain ahead of them than he was about whether Geoff would catch up to the thieves. The latter were in haste to escape, knowing they had no place with this caravan, and were likely used to being quick on their feet. Geoff? Brave lad that he...

In retrospect, Torin had expected no less of a reaction. There was ever as much of a risk to proving both dwarves’ innocence as there was to finding someone interested enough to help said dwarves find Geoff. There they go… Torin sighed. Show’s over, folks. His main concern for the short-term...

Trust. It was indeed something that had to be earned for both merchant-smiths amid this merchant prince. Wendervich had set up shop in the Outer City on purpose, in part to avoid the big wigs, keep things simple, but perhaps he’d be inclined to change his mind for this proposition. For Torin, a...

Just as expected, none who were present could vouch for the name ‘Tarl Kanner’ as the latter had yet so boasted. It was a common name, not that it mattered. What mattered was that any name, common or noble, would be known to at least some folk of a traveling caravan. That blacksmith? Oh, he...

And, sure enough, there it was. Here they come. An audience. Onlookers. Interrogators. Sometimes it didn’t matter if there was a genuine, sincere witness amid a crowd who looked around and saw only sensationalism. An angered blacksmith who might have very well lost some business present or...

Like his companion, Torin ignored the blacksmith for the moment, along with any other onlookers at a distance. Violence was often misinterpreted; and take it from a dwarf of Kazarek to know this. In time, the denizens of this caravan would find that both dwarves were innocent in this business...

Having taken two thieves out himself already, Torin caught Tarl drop down from the corner of his eye, courtesy of the other dwarf. Nice. That made three and what happened next was already expected. Five there were, with a leader, now only two left? No need for Torin to swing again. The...