Lirsti and Illuvetar: Part 7

Bad Luck

The curse glowed. It radiated. It shone and fought back the daylight. It took the form of a six-sided star tattoo on the right shoulder of Dunrr the dwarf. Observe in slowed motion as the dwarf charged through the air at Borkel the barbarian.

Borkel took no notice of the shining tattoo and as he would soon find out, that was a dire mistake. Even though Dunrr was rushing with all his dwarven might, Borkel brushed him aside. He turned around, threw his axe down and held the dwarf.

Lirsti and Illuvetar: Part 6

Battle Rage

“Only if you can defeat me.”

The words were calm. Their implication was terrifying. On the one side of arena C stood Borkel the great; Borkel the barbarian. On the opposite side stood three misplaced adventurers: Lirsti, Illuvetar and Dunrr the dwarf.

Lirsti sighed and facepalmed.

Lirsti and Illuvetar: Part 5

Meeting the Barbarian

“There it is, my friends. The great Ethanopolis.” Lirsti looked meaningfully into the distance.

“Quite,” said Illuvetar sipping his coffee while leaning on the edge of the hot-air balloon’s basket.

“It ain’t that great if I can’t see it from down here,” said Dunrr the dwarf.

“Hush, now,” said Lirsti absent mindedly while looking over the… city.