Role

Chapter 6

"MORE SKULLS FOR THE THRONE OF BONE!!!"

Zah wakes suddenly, sitting bolt upright he looks about for the source of the
warcry. Instead Zah finds a cosy, wooden bedroom. Before he can think
anything more of it, the door bursts open, followed by an aging Dwarf.

"Finally yer awake! Now don't go breakin' anythin' ya big bugger" cries the
Dwarf, "I'm Durin, what yer name?"

Completely confused, Zah responds blankly, "Zah".

"Zah, eh? Ya floaty Giants always were a simple lot", as he speaks, Durin
heads out of the room, continuing to shout back through the doorway, "What in
the hells were ya doin' in the ancient Village anyway?"

Zah's brow creases in deep thought before responding, "Zah seek great
warriors, Zah want be great warrior".

As Durin walks back into the room, carrying with him a large jug of ale and
some bread, Zah notices a faded tattoo on his forearm, the mark of a hammer
and anvil.

"Eat" he commands, "Ya need it."

Wandering over to the other side of the room, Durin takes a seat in
comfortable looking armchair. He takes a swig of ale and watches the Giant,
stroking his beard thoughtfully.

"Great warrior, huh. Maybe, but certainly not tha' brightest warrior! Ya be
goin' to tha' wrong bloody Village." he chuckles into the jug as he takes
another mouthful. "Ya knowin' laddie, there be a lot more to 'em Villagers
than just great warriors. Tell me, wha' do you think o' Magic?"

At the mention of the word 'magic' Zah is suddenly overwhelmed by mixed
emotions, as unbidden memories rise up from the last few days he spent in the
Ancient Village. Only this time it is different.

Once again Zah sees the barbarian warrior, catapulted lifelessly through the
air by the magi's wand. Only this time Zah feels the pain, intimately. This
man was his brother, a comrade in arms. As the warrior falls, Zah's heart
twists in agony.

The giant cleaving away at the slim figure's shield, before clefting the mage
in twain. The angst in Zah's chest fades quickly, replaced with a sense of
elation and triumph. He now relishes in the gore of his fallen foe.

Finally Zah remembers the towering elemental, he feels its heat, but it is
not the only fire that warms him. Anger. Hate. Rage. Overwhelming any other
emotion, these come to the fore.

Still sitting upright in bed, Zah's face darkens, his eyes narrow and he
mutters quietly under his breath "More skulls for the throne of bone"

Watching Zah closely, Durin nods, all humor in his voice now gone "Come,
great warrior, we have much discuss".