Chapter 1: Hollows Last Hope

[Larz Oathtaker]

With a hardy breakfast in his gut Larz hit the road with a spring in his step, finally he was on the track of his Uncle. The early morning fresh air filling his lungs the young dwarf couldn't help but bellow out a dwarven marching cadence as they walked down the road. An ugly Ogre with greasy hair; He tried to climb the castle stair; I lured him in with an open door; And then his head it hit the floor. Sound off! When none of the other adventurers joined in the dwarf went silent focusing on putting on foot infront of the other. Having grown up in a military family Larz had been marching since he could walk. The marching was easy until the sun rose high in the sky. Larz was accustom to hiking through caverns and tunnels deep beneath the earth, he felt like he was in a furnace under the blazing sun. By the time the party reached the logging camp, Larz tunic and breachers were soaked, he was spent barely on his feat the sun had drained the strength from him.


After catching his breath while listening to what was said, then asked. Has a hunter named Barlus been here. I was asked by, Lady Cirthana Gensar, the priestess of Iomedae to see if I could find him he came here looking to hunt the wolf.