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Registered: Nov 2002 Location: Castle
Gobs 07-05-2003 13:46 |
The Shoals, the Silver
Mines
It is not long before the east trail
ends in another clearing, and the Chedians find the doors that
form the entrance of the Silver Mines. Upon their knocking,
the doors open, and they are led to a large hall, well lit
with many fires. Here and there they see carts standing near
the wall, some empty, others filled with silver ore.
Dozens of Dwarves, more males than females, are sitting at
the fires, and they pick up snatches of conversations while
they are led to the back of the hall, frequently recognizing
the words 'goofy' and 'overwork'. Heads are turning as they
pass.
From the back of the hall, the adventurers can
see rails leading into corridors, who knows how deep into the
mountain.
Now they come before an older Dwarf, a round
fellow with the air of 'someone of authority', as Nicolai
would say, yet sitting with his friends at one of the fires
just like all the others.
Regran: "Sire, are you
King Rocklin?" Rocklin: "I used to be the King,
strangers. But I left the ruling business to Snergle when I
felt I still had some adventure in me, and came all the way
here to work these Silver Mines. But yes, I am Rocklin. Are
you seeking shelter for the night? Share our fire and our
brew, and tell us some stories in return! And make your friend
comfortable. He should feel better tomorrow, is my
hope." DaveO: "You are very kind, Sire. But we were
also sent here by Ufretin. He said that you might have a task
for us, to gain approval from the Council of
Grey." Rocklin: "Ah, yes. We could use your help
with something. We have taken an order from a lord of Seelie,
to make a whole lot of small silver projectiles he calls
'bullets'. Ask me not how that can work, it seems a very
strange order to me. But it pays handsomely so we could not
refuse. However, the work has to be done very precisely and
for that we need a Mold, according to these
specifications."
King Rocklin hands the Chedians a
sheet of paper with a very technical-looking drawing on
it.
Rocklin: "Now we Dwarves have good skills,
but for us making such a contraption is too delicate a job. So
we need to find someone who can make it for us. Maybe someone
in the great city of Volee. If you could have this Mold made
for us, I would be very grateful." Arturchix: "We
will do this for you, Sire."
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