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The Quest for Middle-Earth

Beardless Dwarf

King of the Longbeards
Joined
May 28, 2013
Location
Honduas, Central America
The moon is blocked by clouds as Thrundin walks down the road. The road is not lit but the Dwarf doesn't mind. He continues down the dark path, whistling the same tune but suddenly stops short. He quickly steps off of the road and hides behind a bush. He hears a noise of great boots walking down the path. His hand moves silently to the sword on his back. He waits.

He can distinguish a large figure walking down the road. The figure stops, less than 3 yards from Thrundin's hiding spot. The figure begins sniffing about.

"Dwarf," he says, apparently angry at his discovery. Thrundin hears the sound of a blade being pulled from its sheath. His grip tightens on his own sword. The figure walks closer to the bush. Thrundin realizes that he has no other options. He jumps from his hiding place and swings his sword at the figure. The tall figure swings his sword which chips Thrundin in the shoulder.

The Dwarf drops to one knee and clutches his shoulder. With renewed strength he quickly stands and thrusts his sword into his enemy's gut, blood splattering around. Orc blood he thinks and drives the blade in deeper. The Orc grunts and falls to his knees. Thrundin wipes his sword in the grass and sheaths it. He continues down the path, pondering what had just happened.
 

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