Role

Chapter 2

One day when he was 30 years old, Varnon was put in charge of a traveling party
that would need to travel to Arkham to trade for some rare Holmium metal that his
mother needed for a special weapon for the king. Varnon had been a on a couple
travel parties, but never as far as Arkham and never the lead. When they got close
to Arkham they were ambushed by several fire giant magi. These magi ending up
killing all 5 others of the travel party. Only Varnon was left alive but he was
brought back to one of the fire giant magis dwelling inside the mountain. Varnon
spent the next 10 years being tortured by every type of magic known. He endured
every horror that can be imagined. The magic was so tainted and unpure that
Varnon was scared by it. After a while, he got used to being so close to something
so unnatural, but he never stopped hating it. Still he pressed on and looked for
ways to escape. Finally the day came when the giant made a mistake and feel
asleep after too much ale, but forgot to properly restrain Varnon. Varnon waited
until late in the night and snuck out. Now Varnon is a dwarf and stealth has
never been a strength of his, but somehow he did what must be done. He
escaped, grab some seaweed the giant magi had and made his way out avoiding
several streams of lava along the way. He was briefly mesmerized by the fury and
power of the magma in the mountain, but he did not stay long and barely made it
out of the mountain and down the side. He headed home empty handed for he
had lost the money, 5 dwarven lives, and 10 years of his life.