by Max Barry

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Region: Middle Earth Roleplay

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-- the dwarves of Foothills, that escaped from Ettenmoors, and had reached Clan Frostbeard --

Horudik felt embarassed. He did not want to be that dwarf that turned tail in the other direction when faced with danger. But he also did not want to see the sight of dwarf blood ever again.

"My king, I don't know much of the Druwaith folk. All I seen with my own two eyes is that they appear to be weak, lightly armored and wielding poisonous weaponry. They do seem to possess some mysterious powers, some for healing purposes, as I remember a Dru folk quickly healed one of my fellow dwarves when a column collapsed one time when we were mining, but I am most certain that they use their powers for other nefarious purposes. It's all in their eyes ... yes, they have red, glowing eyes! They put shivers at the back of my spine whenever I glanced at them, and I quickly learned not to look at them.

I am uncertain if the color red is their weakness as I saw them quickly stripping the pathways we mined of all that glowed and all that was gem, and later on I saw a few gathered in a circle, chanting some unknown words, with the gems atop a boiling cauldron; and then they drank that bizarre beverage, and then fall into a long sleep; but some quickly wake up, turn edgy and then scream and stumble and run away into the deep dark night; those, I haven't seen ever again. But those that wake up in the morning have their big dark-red eyes as if they stare right into your soul, or so you feel if you have a soul.

So they may have a weakness for all that shines ... or, rather, I don't know my King ... rather, they ... they use them for some mysterious incantations and rituals!"

New margaux and Clan frostbeard

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