Chapter 1: Hollows Last Hope

[Larz Oathtaker]

Larz was half way done setting up his bedding, removing his armer and bathing from a small bucket of water he had gotten from the wood cutters. He had just began cleaning his armor when, Torynn came into the camp telling all what he had discovered, one single tear rolled down the young dwarfs face. He did not sob or wail such things were not the dwarven way. Instead he just sat listening cleaning his armor in stoic silence. He went to sleep that night, remembering nights he sat by the hearth listening to his Uncles stories when he would come home to visit. His Uncle was the reason he left the mountain kingdom to start a life of adventure.

When he was woken for his watch he got up not saying a word, dressed and went to take his turn at watch. As he walked a long lazy circle around the camp Larz prayed to Trudd. Lord Trudd grant me this, allow me the chance to prove my strength and bravery, Lead me to the cause of mt Uncls death that I may lay them asunder. I know in my heart that my Uncle gave his life protecting the ruins of Torags Crag. So I beg of you direct me to this place and my Uncles remains that I may burn his body befitting the warrior he was and seek justice nagainst those who did him evil. After his prayer the dwarf walked his shift in sad silence.
 


When he woke in the morning after dressing and eating some rations the young dwarf secured all his gear and then shouldered his pack saying only two words. Lets go.