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((Rustbeard's Bravery))
The dwarf heard the screams of the woman and children as did the Legionnaire beside him. He looked helplessly to the roaring inferno of the house where the screams originated. The legionnaire burst into action; running as quickly as he could into the fires surrounding the building. Though in the man’s rush and bravery he had erred fatally. Inhaling desperately as the fires roared from a powerful gust off the Cliffside the soldier was too late to realize his folly. His scream of anguish was cut short as the fires flew down his throat burning his lungs and causing them to fill with fluid. A few stagered steps with his hands clasping his throught was all he could manage before he fell onto a pile of burning timber. Rustbeard trembled for the fallen man grimacing at the twitching burning body who had died only seconds after he had charged into the blaze.
Another piercing scream came from inside the house and snapped Rustbeard from his brief daze. “Damned Lizards!” he cursed through clenched teeth. The rest of his group, the two hins and the human watched in horror as the dwarf placed his large tower shield in front of himself and charged for the door.
The flames licked hungrily at him as he charged over and through them, his tower shield in lead making the trials of the deflected flames curl around his barrier and bite at his face and exposed skin. The force of his charge shattering the door he swung his shield to the side causing a swirl of flame to dance by singing his face and making his skin tighten and blister. He grimaced squinting his eyes he quickly looked around the room and shouted “Where Are ye?!” The wails of children and the woman lead his eyes to the door immediately in front of him. With sheer fortitude he brought his shield to bear in front of himself again charging the burning door.
The door gave way again thankfully, but shattering into a burst of flaming splinters, some burrowing into the folds of his armor and finding holds in his flesh. He roared through the pain and forced his eyes open again once through the shattered portal looking desprately for the unfortunate souls. Trails of smoke now lined his once proud beard and his bushy eyebrows were barely recognizable. He set his pair of emerald eyes on the huddled mass and charged to them. He scooped up the children, one under each arm and ran through another wall of flame to the homes bar not far from them, the mother weakly following holding onto his cloak. He set the children down under a keg he had spotted and pulled the woman near them and raising his axe high he split a mighty gaping wound into the kegs front spilling the dilute ale all over the children and the mother soaking their cloths to help ward the flames. His cloak was also soaked so he tossed it onto the kids.
He looked back to the door he had come through to find it emblazoned with flames he not dare to pass. Looking to the floor under the keg he saw that the mother’s eyes had followed his and she had drawn the same conclusion about the only escape route. The flames roared and the structure groaned as timbers began to buckle under the homes weight. “Another way?!” He shouted, causing his burnt face to crack in many places and a wave of agony passed over him. She quickly pointed to the window over the bar. Sparing no time he fought past the waves of agony and pain sending his Fathers, fathers, fathers axe spinning end over end with a mighty toss at the indicated window easily crashing through the glass and wood frame. But before the axe had met the glass Rustbeard was quick to snatch up the now cloaked pair of children in his mighty arms and with a pure frenzy leapt to the bar as the glass shattered and charged for the window with every bit of strength he could muster.
His body overcome with exhaustion and pain he carried the two children to beyond the blazing home to a group of nearby observers where he set them tenderly down and the desperate clinging mother let go of his armor, leaving a patch of scorched skin where she had held fast as he had charged from the inferno. A moment later all went dark to the brave dwarf. His proud beard now a scorched and singed mess of patchwork and his face badly burned with blisters in many places he lay very still. Any who touched his armor found it to be scalding hot. Many stood mouths agape at the mighty dwarf who now lay a pitiful mass of burnt hair and flesh. The clerics present were quick to offer whatever healing they could to the quartet who had made it from the blaze. The refreshing magics washed over him and stole him a chance to force open his eyes looking to his captain hovering overhead. Through burnt lips he whispered. “Me.. me axe…me axe..” his eyes closed again as agony swept over him. Nearby lay his namesakes trusted heirloom axe Ironforge was quick to spot it, grabbing it and laying it next to the charred dwarf.
After coming to, the dwarf received many accolades for his brave venture. He was quick to try to dismiss them, not liking the attention and not wanting to reveal his soft spot for women and children. Even with his wounds mostly mended his body still throbbed over every inch with racking pain. As they all cheered his heroism he scoffed and did his best to deflect it, and given the first chance he whispered to Gloirin, asking if the children and their presumable mother were alright. The proud dwarf only showing his genuine concern for the people to his honorable captain who understood and nodded. After some solid looking the sad shambled looking dwarf of the once proud warrior, found the woman and her children being tended by the legion, grimacing he grabbed a passing soldier. "Oi" he grunted bringing the human to a stop. "See to it that this reaches tha lady an Er kids." He places a sack of several hundred coins into the soldiers hand "An if I foin that it dusn't Oi'l be foindin ye!" With a snarl he turns around and heads back for a good rest toward Sundren proper.
The dwarf heard the screams of the woman and children as did the Legionnaire beside him. He looked helplessly to the roaring inferno of the house where the screams originated. The legionnaire burst into action; running as quickly as he could into the fires surrounding the building. Though in the man’s rush and bravery he had erred fatally. Inhaling desperately as the fires roared from a powerful gust off the Cliffside the soldier was too late to realize his folly. His scream of anguish was cut short as the fires flew down his throat burning his lungs and causing them to fill with fluid. A few stagered steps with his hands clasping his throught was all he could manage before he fell onto a pile of burning timber. Rustbeard trembled for the fallen man grimacing at the twitching burning body who had died only seconds after he had charged into the blaze.
Another piercing scream came from inside the house and snapped Rustbeard from his brief daze. “Damned Lizards!” he cursed through clenched teeth. The rest of his group, the two hins and the human watched in horror as the dwarf placed his large tower shield in front of himself and charged for the door.
The flames licked hungrily at him as he charged over and through them, his tower shield in lead making the trials of the deflected flames curl around his barrier and bite at his face and exposed skin. The force of his charge shattering the door he swung his shield to the side causing a swirl of flame to dance by singing his face and making his skin tighten and blister. He grimaced squinting his eyes he quickly looked around the room and shouted “Where Are ye?!” The wails of children and the woman lead his eyes to the door immediately in front of him. With sheer fortitude he brought his shield to bear in front of himself again charging the burning door.
The door gave way again thankfully, but shattering into a burst of flaming splinters, some burrowing into the folds of his armor and finding holds in his flesh. He roared through the pain and forced his eyes open again once through the shattered portal looking desprately for the unfortunate souls. Trails of smoke now lined his once proud beard and his bushy eyebrows were barely recognizable. He set his pair of emerald eyes on the huddled mass and charged to them. He scooped up the children, one under each arm and ran through another wall of flame to the homes bar not far from them, the mother weakly following holding onto his cloak. He set the children down under a keg he had spotted and pulled the woman near them and raising his axe high he split a mighty gaping wound into the kegs front spilling the dilute ale all over the children and the mother soaking their cloths to help ward the flames. His cloak was also soaked so he tossed it onto the kids.
He looked back to the door he had come through to find it emblazoned with flames he not dare to pass. Looking to the floor under the keg he saw that the mother’s eyes had followed his and she had drawn the same conclusion about the only escape route. The flames roared and the structure groaned as timbers began to buckle under the homes weight. “Another way?!” He shouted, causing his burnt face to crack in many places and a wave of agony passed over him. She quickly pointed to the window over the bar. Sparing no time he fought past the waves of agony and pain sending his Fathers, fathers, fathers axe spinning end over end with a mighty toss at the indicated window easily crashing through the glass and wood frame. But before the axe had met the glass Rustbeard was quick to snatch up the now cloaked pair of children in his mighty arms and with a pure frenzy leapt to the bar as the glass shattered and charged for the window with every bit of strength he could muster.
His body overcome with exhaustion and pain he carried the two children to beyond the blazing home to a group of nearby observers where he set them tenderly down and the desperate clinging mother let go of his armor, leaving a patch of scorched skin where she had held fast as he had charged from the inferno. A moment later all went dark to the brave dwarf. His proud beard now a scorched and singed mess of patchwork and his face badly burned with blisters in many places he lay very still. Any who touched his armor found it to be scalding hot. Many stood mouths agape at the mighty dwarf who now lay a pitiful mass of burnt hair and flesh. The clerics present were quick to offer whatever healing they could to the quartet who had made it from the blaze. The refreshing magics washed over him and stole him a chance to force open his eyes looking to his captain hovering overhead. Through burnt lips he whispered. “Me.. me axe…me axe..” his eyes closed again as agony swept over him. Nearby lay his namesakes trusted heirloom axe Ironforge was quick to spot it, grabbing it and laying it next to the charred dwarf.
After coming to, the dwarf received many accolades for his brave venture. He was quick to try to dismiss them, not liking the attention and not wanting to reveal his soft spot for women and children. Even with his wounds mostly mended his body still throbbed over every inch with racking pain. As they all cheered his heroism he scoffed and did his best to deflect it, and given the first chance he whispered to Gloirin, asking if the children and their presumable mother were alright. The proud dwarf only showing his genuine concern for the people to his honorable captain who understood and nodded. After some solid looking the sad shambled looking dwarf of the once proud warrior, found the woman and her children being tended by the legion, grimacing he grabbed a passing soldier. "Oi" he grunted bringing the human to a stop. "See to it that this reaches tha lady an Er kids." He places a sack of several hundred coins into the soldiers hand "An if I foin that it dusn't Oi'l be foindin ye!" With a snarl he turns around and heads back for a good rest toward Sundren proper.