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Authors: Carey Scheppner
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Vera was something else entirely. Jake had no reason to be so mean.
Cyril was just debating whether to confront his boss when a co-worker came up to him and told him that Jake was on his way to report Vera to the high cleric.
The cyclops knew all too well what becoming a cleric meant to Vera. He knew how hard she had worked to get this far. To lose it all now would be devastating, especially if he was partly to blame. It was conceivable that Jake would actually report her to the high cleric, but to do so at such a critical time was unforgivable.
Without responding to the co-worker, Cyril dropped his watering can and scrambled for the tower after his boss.
The co-worker chuckled as he watched the cyclops run. He wished he could be there to see the confrontation, but decided it would be safer to wait for someone to tell him what had happened afterwards. It was amazing how good one could feel after telling a little white lie, especially if it affected two people he didn’t particularly care for anyway.
Chapter 7
R ebecca sauntered along the tunnel, her backpack bouncing leisurely on her back. As she went, her dwarven eyes scanned the rock walls for everything from mineral veins to traps. She was happier than she had been in a long time, despite the fact that she was far from the protection of the dwarven realm. Rebecca had worked long and hard to earn respect for her pathfinding and mapmaking skills. First, her uncle, Horst Hammarhold, needed convincing. After many successful scouting missions on behalf of the dwarves who lived outdoors near the top of the mountains, she had proven time and again that she could find and map mineral deposits with extreme accuracy. Prompted by this success, Horst, who was also the community’s representative, brought Rebecca’s findings before the king’s council. Rebecca knew the king fairly well because he and Horst were good friends, resulting in numerous visits where she saw and spoke with the king on many occasions. She called the king ‘Uncle Harran’ and he didn’t seem to mind. When Harran had found out about Rebecca’s exceptional abilities, he had immediately appointed her the title of ‘mapmaker’, which was a title he had worn proudly in the past. Even to this day, everyone called him ‘King Mapmaker’, to pay homage to his great skill.
After that, the king had given Rebecca more and more tasks, each one more difficult than the last. There were steep rock faces to climb with unknown tunnels beyond that needed mapping, to crossing narrow ledges through lava flows that led to suspected gem deposits. Each task Rebecca had eagerly and successfully completed, with complete maps and gem deposit markings.
The king had been so pleased, that he began making preparations to send Rebecca into lizardman territory. He had his top general, General Manhar, begin training Rebecca in the art of hand-to-hand combat. Within only a few months, Rebecca had been ready to venture into dangerous and unknown territory. Her task had been relatively simple. She had to locate any lizardman lairs she could find, and return to the dwarven realm with a map leading to their exact location, along with information on the approximate number of lizardmen residing there. Then General Manhar would be summoned to take an appropriate number of soldiers to the lair to eliminate the lizardmen. Rebecca was to be extremely careful not to reveal her presence to the lizardmen because if she got caught, no one would know where to find her. She was truly on her own.
The stout female dwarf was asked if she would take on such a task and she told King Harran that she would be honoured. She was aware of the dangers involved, and would take every precaution to avoid being captured. Rebecca had survived many dangers until now. She would persevere.
Now, she walked along with those thoughts in mind. Here she was, almost two days beyond the existing map she had been given to begin her quest. She was truly alone, as the
Cyril was just debating whether to confront his boss when a co-worker came up to him and told him that Jake was on his way to report Vera to the high cleric.
The cyclops knew all too well what becoming a cleric meant to Vera. He knew how hard she had worked to get this far. To lose it all now would be devastating, especially if he was partly to blame. It was conceivable that Jake would actually report her to the high cleric, but to do so at such a critical time was unforgivable.
Without responding to the co-worker, Cyril dropped his watering can and scrambled for the tower after his boss.
The co-worker chuckled as he watched the cyclops run. He wished he could be there to see the confrontation, but decided it would be safer to wait for someone to tell him what had happened afterwards. It was amazing how good one could feel after telling a little white lie, especially if it affected two people he didn’t particularly care for anyway.
Chapter 7
R ebecca sauntered along the tunnel, her backpack bouncing leisurely on her back. As she went, her dwarven eyes scanned the rock walls for everything from mineral veins to traps. She was happier than she had been in a long time, despite the fact that she was far from the protection of the dwarven realm. Rebecca had worked long and hard to earn respect for her pathfinding and mapmaking skills. First, her uncle, Horst Hammarhold, needed convincing. After many successful scouting missions on behalf of the dwarves who lived outdoors near the top of the mountains, she had proven time and again that she could find and map mineral deposits with extreme accuracy. Prompted by this success, Horst, who was also the community’s representative, brought Rebecca’s findings before the king’s council. Rebecca knew the king fairly well because he and Horst were good friends, resulting in numerous visits where she saw and spoke with the king on many occasions. She called the king ‘Uncle Harran’ and he didn’t seem to mind. When Harran had found out about Rebecca’s exceptional abilities, he had immediately appointed her the title of ‘mapmaker’, which was a title he had worn proudly in the past. Even to this day, everyone called him ‘King Mapmaker’, to pay homage to his great skill.
After that, the king had given Rebecca more and more tasks, each one more difficult than the last. There were steep rock faces to climb with unknown tunnels beyond that needed mapping, to crossing narrow ledges through lava flows that led to suspected gem deposits. Each task Rebecca had eagerly and successfully completed, with complete maps and gem deposit markings.
The king had been so pleased, that he began making preparations to send Rebecca into lizardman territory. He had his top general, General Manhar, begin training Rebecca in the art of hand-to-hand combat. Within only a few months, Rebecca had been ready to venture into dangerous and unknown territory. Her task had been relatively simple. She had to locate any lizardman lairs she could find, and return to the dwarven realm with a map leading to their exact location, along with information on the approximate number of lizardmen residing there. Then General Manhar would be summoned to take an appropriate number of soldiers to the lair to eliminate the lizardmen. Rebecca was to be extremely careful not to reveal her presence to the lizardmen because if she got caught, no one would know where to find her. She was truly on her own.
The stout female dwarf was asked if she would take on such a task and she told King Harran that she would be honoured. She was aware of the dangers involved, and would take every precaution to avoid being captured. Rebecca had survived many dangers until now. She would persevere.
Now, she walked along with those thoughts in mind. Here she was, almost two days beyond the existing map she had been given to begin her quest. She was truly alone, as the
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