A Flar's Revenge

However we need you to get back to battle with your lightning sword now."

"Right." Larenmore replied, "My name is Larenmore Dytsral by the way. It’s nice to meet you." At this they both reeled about back to the battle that had overwhelming shifted to their favor. In a few minutes all the trolls were slain and gathered into a great pile and burned in the memory of all the dwarven lives they had stolen. The great masses then met in the middle of the battlefield and agreed to return to the nearby hobbit encampment to enjoy a great feast.

"So," said Gon, "what inclined you to join our fight?"

"We have also been tormented by these monsters and heard your battle. Thusly we decided to join in and give a hand to the battle that would prosper for all." This is what Glary said.

"But as I know," said Larenmore, "your kind is not known to fight?"

"The smaller the body!" shouted Glary and his horde replied, "The stouter the heart!"

After the feast was over and the food cleared away, the leaders met and held meeting.

"This I would like you to have" said Gon as he gave to Larenmore and Roxthar a large shield completely composed of mithril. "It is prized amongst us to carry one and now you are prized among us."

"Thank you milord." said Roxthar as he bowed, Larenmore closely followed him not wanting to offend him.

"Also," said Glary, "we would want you to have this." He handed them some rations of food and a few bottles of their finest rum. He also gave them an unusual little bow that was strapped to the wrist and hid under the sleeve of a shirt. "That is a work only that of the hobbits and no other will ever match our skill in their craft." They then dispersed to their tents and took rest from their hardy battle.

In the morning the duo of travelers took leave of the dwarves of Korune and their savoir hobbits. They ever made head way through the terrain by shortcuts laid out by the dwarven trails and came out the other side of the hilly region of Gohonith and found the road again. They thusly began to follow it again and Larenmore was trying to learn a new spell of fire. He was having the hardest time with it and yet it was a great spell to know for when cast correctly it sets its target a blaze. He had just got it right and set a bush on fire when they heard something coming along the path. Roxthar also heard this but knew of what it was and pulled Larenmore into the brush on the side of the road.

"What are we hiding for, it is just some travelers." said Larenmore.

"SHHH! They are not just travelers, they are mercenaries." said Roxthar.

"Nonsense," said Larenmore "even if they were how would you know before you saw them?"

"I can see farther then you and through things you cannot. They wear the symbol of Tarzul, home of the varlits, upon their cloaks."

The mercenaries drew near. Larenmore saw that the seal that was on the first mercenary’s cloak was upon these new mercenaries’ cloaks. They numbered a mere six, but the first and apparently the leader was of immense size. Larenmore saw something that made him erupt with rage, the flarish mercenary had a familiar mark upon his left cheek. It was a tattoo in the shape of a broken spear. It was Larenmore’s one friend and he turned traitor to all that Larenmore held dear. They came upon Larenmore and Roxthar and stopped in the road.