04-03-2015, 01:01 AM
Two days of rest and relaxation had done wonders for the undead warrior's composure. Relaxing here in this small settlement, with his new friend Gilnor to show him around, help him settle in and explain how things worked. It had been just what the doctor ordered, and had been just such a bizarre departure from how things had gone in Lordran! People knew him, and had no intention of killing or fighting him, some asked for him to tell tales at the taverns, having heard something of his exploits from his first night here! Yet, in the end he had learned a few things, experimented with this messaging device Gilnor had informed him of, and just relaxed, preparing for what was to come. A goal was an important thing, and for undead like himself, it was more than just important, it was everything. An undead from his world, if they did not have a goal or purpose, would go hollow, and so his current goal, was Dwarfholm. He wanted access to that place, he didn't need to meet King Battlehammer, but just get there, see if he could do anything. At the very least, it would make a nice place to get another goalpost and continue on with his journey.
Even better, gaining access to the legendary Dwarfholm was not simple. It required one to accomplish a very carefully tailored quest, one that consisted of four specific tasks. Three of which must be completed out in the icy, frozen and unforgiving slopes of the Frozen Fields, and one that would be completed at the gates of Dwarfholm itself, after one had brought back the materials of the first three tasks. Those tasks could be accomplished in any order, so long as they were accomplished. The Chosen Undead had to go out and fetch the tusk of a troll, a chunk of cobalt from the high peaks of the mountains, and the hide of a Wampa, a strange, monstrous beast that prowled the mountains. If he brought all three to the gates, he would be allowed a fight with a strong representative of Dwarven warriors, to fight in a spar, if he bested this warrior, he would at last have access. So, well rested, well fed, and feeling on top of the world for the first time in what felt like years, what might have been years, he set off.
The doors closed behind him as the biting winds hit his armored form, chill snow whipping against his metal helmet, seeking a way through to hit the flesh beneath, but he ignored it. He had dealt with worse, and worse was likely to come on this task! So it was with a cheerful step that he set off through the mountainside, practically whistling as he went along. First things first, he was going to wind his way up to the higher peaks, where one could find Cobalt! That was the most stable part of the tasks, and hopefully along the way he'd find evidence of the passing of troll or wampa! Even if not, he would simply have to explore more thoroughly, patience was a virtue, especially when hunting.
Even better, gaining access to the legendary Dwarfholm was not simple. It required one to accomplish a very carefully tailored quest, one that consisted of four specific tasks. Three of which must be completed out in the icy, frozen and unforgiving slopes of the Frozen Fields, and one that would be completed at the gates of Dwarfholm itself, after one had brought back the materials of the first three tasks. Those tasks could be accomplished in any order, so long as they were accomplished. The Chosen Undead had to go out and fetch the tusk of a troll, a chunk of cobalt from the high peaks of the mountains, and the hide of a Wampa, a strange, monstrous beast that prowled the mountains. If he brought all three to the gates, he would be allowed a fight with a strong representative of Dwarven warriors, to fight in a spar, if he bested this warrior, he would at last have access. So, well rested, well fed, and feeling on top of the world for the first time in what felt like years, what might have been years, he set off.
The doors closed behind him as the biting winds hit his armored form, chill snow whipping against his metal helmet, seeking a way through to hit the flesh beneath, but he ignored it. He had dealt with worse, and worse was likely to come on this task! So it was with a cheerful step that he set off through the mountainside, practically whistling as he went along. First things first, he was going to wind his way up to the higher peaks, where one could find Cobalt! That was the most stable part of the tasks, and hopefully along the way he'd find evidence of the passing of troll or wampa! Even if not, he would simply have to explore more thoroughly, patience was a virtue, especially when hunting.