“I do apologize capt’n,” the Dwarf smiled at his newest “friend” who looked a little stupefied. “Weren’t expectin’ a Dwarf capt’n?” Now, to be fair to the large spider, few people did. “Not exactly…” the man -or well, the Dwarf assumed he was a man. It was hard to tell with the spider people- chittered uneasily, as the Dwarf poured him a shot of brandy. To be honest, he couldn’t stand the stuff, tasted like a dragon’s arse to him. Not that he would know, he didn’t go for the dragon folk himself. “We ain’t all the honourable folk under the mount’n,” the Dwarf chuckled, stroking his jewellery entwined beard. “We just tend to be obsessive aboot our craft.” He just happened to have a mighty unusual craft. “Now, in case ya couldn’t tell, I’m Gold-Beard, and I do have a reputation ta keep.” He pointed towards the large, ruby encrusted necklace the spider was wearing. “Ya can keep the rest o’ yer personal stuff. We’ll just be havin’ yer cargo and yer weapons, don’t worry, just sail a white
Everyone knew him, dragon slayer, giant toppler, saver of princesses. Yet so few people know him, what became of him. Everyone knew the songs, the tales of the tall warrior with long flowing hair, wielding his great sword. Affectionately named “Dragon piercer” after a suicidal attack tossing the thing into a dragon´s eye and with an amazing stroke of luck killing it instantly. That won him fame and glory.
Now it hung above the hearth, gathering rust and dust, truth be told, he doubted he could even lift the thing anymore. Using his crutches, he forced himself to stand. Hobbling over to the sword, he ran a hand over it longin
Everyone knew him, dragon slayer, giant toppler, saver of princesses. Yet so few people know him, what became of him. Everyone knew the songs, the tales of the tall warrior with long flowing hair, wielding his great sword. Affectionately named “Dragon piercer” after a suicidal attack tossing the thing into a dragon´s eye and with an amazing stroke of luck killing it instantly. That won him fame and glory.
Now it hung above the hearth, gathering rust and dust, truth be told, he doubted he could even lift the thing anymore. Using his crutches, he forced himself to stand. Hobbling over to the sword, he ran a hand over it longin