Arrin's Legends

‘Is that the
dwarves that killed the evil witch-troll Huntrod?’ asked Arrin, suddenly
realising he knew something about the discussion after all.
‘That was
before my time, but yes, that was my Order.’
‘We heard
those stories in the taverns back in Tullis,’ said the young man. ‘Dwarven
tales. Oh, how about the Hellhounds of Bargke?’
‘Never heard
of them.’
‘The King of
Dotguld?’
‘Nope.’
Arrin pulled
on his bottom lip, ‘Oh, the Ghosts of, um...the Ghosts of...’
‘No ghosts
of anywhere.’
Salveri
looked down at the ground. He wanted to tell Arrin to shut his mouth as he
could see that Broddor was getting a little impatient with the lad. If Arrin
was about to ask “Well what monsters have you slain, then?” he wouldn’t blame
the dwarf for chopping his head off with that huge sword.
‘There was
another,’ mused Arrin. ‘Oh, the man eating giant Kampestor?’
‘Yes! Haha,
yes!’ laughed the dwarf somewhat relieved. ‘That was us. A long time ago
though. Up north that was, Nulbro I think. How did you get to hear about it?’
‘A bard sung
a song about it in a tavern back in Tullis. He was there for a few months. A half-elf,
he was pretty good.’
‘Oh really?
Do you remember how it went?’
Arrin
thought for a while but eventually said, ‘only... something something something,
then they rolled his head down the hill...’
Category:Island of Dragons