Game System: Pathfinder
Male Dwarven (Elemental) Bloodrager
The sun was just setting as the young Vudrani wiped his forehead as he dismounted from his horse. He hated cities – even ones as small as Sandpoint – but his orders were clear. The boss said the dwarf had cheated him, and the boss wanted an example made.
His nerves started to get to him a little. After all, this dwarf was supposed to be decent in a fight, until he remembered what that caravan guard had told him just outside of Magnimar.
“Aye, I saw him in Sandpoint a week or three ago. Looked like he was still pretty deep in his cups. He’ll need that gift you’ve got for him, I’d wager.”
The man snorted. “Gift”, indeed. The only “Gift” he had was a lead-filled sap. He’d beat the hells out of him and leave him with the note he was given. But first, he had to find his quarry. Looking around, he saw a sign proclaiming the attached building “The Rusty Dragon Tavern”. Well, what better place to find a drunk?
It was a place to start, anyway.
As he entered the tavern, he took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the light. The few patrons looked up to examine the stranger for a moment, then went back to whatever they were doing in the first place. He felt a bit of anger surge in him – they had just dismissed him like he was nothing! After a moment, he thought he had found his quarry – a blonde dwarf, sitting alone in the corner with a large mug in front of him. But this couldn’t be the right one – he was clear eyed, well groomed, beard neatly braided. Everything he had been told about this Goldbreaker guy indicated the opposite. That he was…well, a sloppy, messy, unkempt drunk. But maybe he could get some information out of him, anyway.
He went to the bar and got a mug of ale from some Tian woman, then wandered over to the dwarf. “Mind if I sit down?”
“Suit yerself, lad! What kun I do fer ya?”
The young tough sat down. “I’m lookin for…well, another dwarf. I have a gift from an old friend of his that I’ve been asked to deliver. Been lookin’ for a few weeks now, and was directed to Sandpoint.” He had told the lie so many times now, that it felt natural to him.
The dwarf laughed. “Well, there be only a few dwarves in Sandpoint, an’ I know ‘em all! Who’re ya lookin’ for, anyway?”
The visitor sat for a moment, considering. There was no way this was the dwarf he was looking for. He was too clear, his eyes too bright – in fact, almost the complete opposite of what he was told to expect. In fact, in his experience, once a person got *that* far into a bottle, he pretty much stayed there.
“Lookin’ for a dwarf by the name of Alech Goldbreaker. Light hair, might be a little down on his luck. Know him?”
The dwarf stared into his cup for a moment, then brightened. “Sure I know ‘im! As I said, there be only a few dwarves in Sandpoint, and I know ‘em all! In fact, there’s only one other blonde one! Hey, did you know he’s an exile from ‘is clan?”
“Really?” The Vudrani didn’t care a lick about this. He just wanted to find his target and get the hell out of Sandpoint.
“Well, ‘ees in self-exile. Seems ‘is family was known for their battle prowess, and even ‘ad a few ‘oo were touched by the elements. Fire and earth – they was respectable. Good dwarven elements. But ‘ee was touched by water. ‘Ee felt ‘ee brought a stigma to ‘is clan. So ‘ee left some time ago. Left ‘is parents and two younger brothers an’ signed on as a caravan guard, ‘ee did. “
“Really?” It was all the young man could do to keep the boredom out of his voice. “So you know where I can find him?”
“Ah, of course I do. There’s only a few dwarves in Sandpoint, and I know all of ‘em! But Alech, now ‘ee ‘ad a run of bad luck, ‘ee did. Seems that caravan was set upon by a buncha maraudin’ ogres. Only reason ‘ee was still alive was that one o’the wagons fell on ‘im, and the damn ogres couldn’t see ‘im. ‘Ee was found by the next caravan that came by and brought here. “
“Interesting.” He stifled a yawn. “So, can you tell me where I might find him?” He fished out a gold coin, banking on the natural greed of dwarves. “I’d be happy to pay for the directions”
The dwarf brightened a bit more. “For that, son, I’ll take ye there meself! Jus’ lemme finish my drink!” With that, he drained his cup in one long pull, wiped his mouth on his sleeve and belched loudly. “After all, there’s only a few dwarves in Sandpoint, and I…”
“Yes, yes, I know, you know all of them” the Vudrani cut him off.
“Wal, I do. “ He started for the door. “In fact, I can tell ye that once Alech recovered, he came right to this very bar and started drinkin’. Felt that he should have been able to take out them ogres all by ‘imself. Wouldn’t hear differently from no one…”
As they stepped out the door of the Rusty Dragon into the cooling air of the early evening, the visitor started to ask “So, how far do we have to go to find this Goldbreaker?”
He never got past the word “go”
In what seemed like a clearly practiced maneuver, the dwarf pivoted and sucker punched the man right in the gut, knocking the wind out of him and dropping him to his knees. Moments later, he found himself face down in the dirt with a dwarf on his back and a dagger at his throat.
“Not far at all, boyo.” The once cheerful voice now held a steely edge. “ See, I do, in fact, know all the dwarves in Sandpoint, and there’s only one blonde one. Me. Alech Goldbreaker”
The young man swallowed hard. Dammit, how could he have been so stupid? Had that guard lied to him?
“The only reason I’m not wearin’ your guts for garters right now is that the lady who owns this place? She pulled me out o’ the bottle an’ set me back on my feet. I owe her a lot, and I’ll not dirty ‘er doorstep with the likes of yer blood.
“Now, you tell that boss o’ yers that I said to go back to lickin’ Rovagug’s bumhole and leave me be. I won fair ‘an square, and if ‘ee don’ like it, too bad on ‘im.
“Were I you though, I’d be wonderin’ why he sent you on such a fool’s errand….”
A watch patrol wandered up at that moment. “Got a problem with a drunk, Alech?”
Alech levered himself off the would-be assailant. “Nah, jus’ a misunderstandin’ is all. This one, ‘ees set to leave town tonight. Right?”
The young man scrambled to his feet and ran for his horse. As he did so, the guardsman looked on in amusement. “You sure you want him to roam free? He might come back to knife you in the dark.”
The dwarf chuckled. “Nah, ‘ees just young and stupid. We all were once. Sometimes, a good kick in the shorts is all ye need to knock the stupid outta ya.”
He looked at the door to the tavern meaningfully. “That’s what it took for me.”