------------- Crimson Velvet – Talona

“Dwarves are no more alike than all humans are the same. To assume they are is to invite an axe in the back.” – Cameron Quinn.

With the three deciding to leave the northlands for warmer climes and easier pickings, and to avoid further troubles with the Tarkanians, and now the Hergovites, they arrived on the shores of Shabrund. Disembarking at one of the newly built port towns along the northern edge of the Symballan Sea, they quickly left the desert and climbed into the snow covered mountains. Aenna had always had a thing for Giants, killing them and taking their stuff that is, and Jeulae was no less bloodthirsty or greedy. They cut a swath through the Frost Giants until they began to encounter greater and greater resistance. When it looked like they themselves might get squashed, they finally encountered a little hellion who aided them in one of their battles.

She was unlike any dwarf any of them had ever encountered. Besides being a female warrior, she armored herself in Drow plate, rebuilt for her size, and wielded priestly magics as well as razor edged axes. But unlike other Dwarven priests they’d encountered, this one was no holy roller. She was a worshipper of Abathor, Dwarven God of greed, though she was known to say a prayer or two to Vergadain from time to time, or were they carefully phrased curses? But what drew them to her more than anything was her beauty and her unbridled libido, not unlike their own.

So it was that the three became four.

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