slow pass the dwarven nights. as my writing skills be as unused as my dancing both have long since faded. since recently i got this mummy's hand i decided to keep up a journal of sorts so's my kin could find out my heroics. i'll start from the begining.

One night me and bragga tahun a dwarven fighter 20 years longer in the beard then me got to killin' one of them black dragons. it got me a good weapon outta the deal. later i found this guy who showed me some dwarfs who was in trouble. i ran through some fire and fell out in front of a mottely crew.

a bunch of elves and humans... not a dwarf among 'em, so short we talked before i went to help my bretheren. them guys chose to come along as they were headed that way. we killed of a good score of spiders and returned to the dwarven city. long it's been since i layed my good eye on a city. the long and the short of it i signed up to kill me another dragon.

moving along i aint killed the dammed thing yet, every time i turn around somebody needs to go somewhere else. i've shed a good deal of blood with this assortment of heroes, or so they get called. some of that blood was me own sadly... if notghing else it'll be a good crew fer dragon slayin'.

a little 'bout these travellers i'm with. i don't think they've ever been around a dwarf much, as many of my normal practices seem to sicken or scare them. things like goblin feet shoes to fool our enemies, or a souvineer necklace of of ears of the things i killed. such treasures are revered among us warrior types. them guys warmed up to me a bit once i got back up to my usual fightin' self. still i think there's a reason i wind up waking up farther away from the party then when i fell asleep.

well that'll be enough for now. my minds gone blank and i aint one to ramble on about all my kills. that would take too long anyway.

Ahem... So's there we were stuck, not one of 'em willin to help me dig us out. i'll go to Kord knowin' i coulda dug our way to freedom. Instead HONOR became our key. When i came-to it was like i was pushed through a hole the size of a halfling. Turns out 3 of our 7 either got lost or went to supper with their gods.
I've killed some strange things since i left the city. We runned across these litle gnomish lookin' freaks took back a damned sword i stole from someone we killed. i mean damned in the literal sense... probably worth more than it's weight in gold, but if my sword fell on them once more i'd killed us all. So it's been known now the only way to best the blood hungry bellum is to use magics. or a tree... Back to the sword, it talked to me, i hate things that talk to me without a mouth. i threw it away, just missed the little freaks too. Woulda been a classy touch, but oh well. i met a monk by the name of gustav. bloody giant nearly took my beard froom my face through my boots, although i did get in a few good kicks. the three of us in all couldn't take him, makes me wonder about how long it'll take us to make dragon skin whatevers. this hand thing proved kinda useful so far. Now i can scratch two places and eat all at the same time. That being said i'll dig in for the night and think about those orcs who never knew what hit 'em.... must've been a hundered of those things....