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aid old man Juren Ironstock. The

barking orders and ordering

I couldn’t have that so promised

Trolls had been angered by the

grumpy, old Dwarven men around.

I would return them to him.

earthquake and were attacking

She looked straight at me and

Dwarven villagers. Juren needed a

shouted: “First things first, we need

my boots and as I looked up at the

Shaman of my undoubted quality

beer, food and blankets! You there

sky, a terrible sense of foreboding

to help and so I did laddie, so I did.

Shaman! Are ye too fancy to go

took over me but I had to push on.

I was sent out to thin the lines, to

fetch the emergency beer stored

The Trolls were swarming over

make inroads into their numbers,

outside and rustle up meat and

the newly uncovered site, crushing

but that was easier said than done.

blankets for the wee bairns?”.

valuable Dwarven history under

Their lines were thick and

I marched right out of there

The snow crunched under

their disgusting feet. I spread out

I took down troll after troll, the

as no Dwarven community can

my hands and let forth torrents of

fighting was desperate at times

survive without beer but as I got

electricity burning and crackling

and my journey could have ended

to the door a Dwarf with a really

the air around the Trolls, it was not

right there, before it had even really

posh beard stopped me and asked

long before I was alone with only

started but I made it back to Juren

me to go digging in the snow. It

who looked stern and worried. It

turned out the earthquake had

was decided that we would kill the

unearthed old Artefacts outside

larger Trolls next, as these were as

of Anvilmar and some were being

close to leaders as they had and as

stolen by the bleddy Trolls! Well

I set out, Sten Stoutarm threw me a
med kit charging me with patching
up wounded Mountaineers as well.
The larger Trolls were bigger
and stronger, but just as stupid and
I was also growing in power - I felt
my shamanistic powers growing
stronger, granting me new powers.
Upon returning with this quest
fulfilled, the imminent danger
seemed to have passed but it turned
out civilians were being locked
down in Anvilmar, so I set off to see
if I could be of any assistance.
As I walked in I heard the
familiar voice of Jona Ironstock
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