The sun was fast rising above the snow swept pines of Iron Forge. The harsh and crushing cold was fast becoming unbearable as the figure continued his pacing towards the looming hill.
Piercing eyes watched from afar as the snow roared and screamed. The wind now dancing a ballet of fear and wonder in perfect harmony. The distant sounds of anvils and laughter and fire and tales began to overtake the figures ears at this point.
Holding onto nothing but a worn shield and a battle tested and browned blade the man shielded his eyes from the bright blazing fires before him. Holding his side in discomfort he took a deep breath of the cold midnight air and closed his eyes.
"I have returned" he thought to himself as he wearily walked the long and lonely hill of Iron Forge...….
*breathes heavily*
...h-h-hey...
...h-h-hey...
*as you reach the top of the hill standing before the gate of Ironforge, a small band of dwarfs... all on rams.... all wearing a familiar tabard are seen in a small formation riding at a slow trot out of the gate...
The lead dwarf, with a scowl worn on his face, the scars on his armor and axe tell you he is battle seasoned... passes you by with almost no attention given... you do however gain either a passing gaze or a small welcoming gesture from most of the other dwarves in the party as they pass you riding down the hill..
The lead dwarf, with a scowl worn on his face, the scars on his armor and axe tell you he is battle seasoned... passes you by with almost no attention given... you do however gain either a passing gaze or a small welcoming gesture from most of the other dwarves in the party as they pass you riding down the hill..