Game Thread; Flames of Ketyn Myr

Scruuuba describes the big people with wide tails of peacocks, Belar gets the impression that the 'big people' are associated with the Grondurians, this explains how they knew certain strategic conditions to avoid and know where to strike. He gathers the 'Kin people' are the human clans, as they identify as Kinsmen with other settlements.

The bipedal rat makes another imaginary scratch towards the Dwarf "What a Dorf? Where Dorf live? You friend with big people?"

The ratkin pauses for a moment and stares at Belar, after a moment he shakes his head fervently "No more Scruuuba, just Scruuuba and Scruuuba don't want stop the big humans. Scruuuba want kin humans go away not come back and now dorf in Scruuuba's nest. Scruuuba gonna tell big people take dorf with them" He jumps to the hole in the ceiling, trying to climb out of the tunnel.

The Dwarf continued traveling through the northern tunnels, the second day, he finally cleared the Clan's iron mines into the wilderness. It was a hard pace, but Belar pushed himself until he reached the Gnome grove opening in the village of Dwarfkinn. The noble walks up an ascending walkway lined with split logs before reaching an opening on the eastern side of a large sycamore tree. The trees were thick enough to block the morning sun, with only traces of light peeking through. The breeze carried the scent of pine gently touching against his skin. Soft skirting voices of Gnome children chasing each other in the distance. The sounds of the morning waking increased with the bleating of goats being milked, the grinding teeth of hand saws cutting fallen trees, the bickering of hens protesting the theft of eggs.

Belar reached the crest of the first hill when a female voice called out "Now isn't this a dandy treat? What brings our cousin up from so deep in the mountain? Do ya need a torch?" The nearby blackberry thistle bush shivered before a female gnome stepped through. Half of her face was tattooed with runes, she had long wavy blond hair and wore leather jerkin like armor.

The female gnome leans against a stump "An invasion you say? Well, you've come to the right place, Gnomes are the best miners" she taps against her nose "An we can smell profits from miles away." after a moment she stands upright and approaches Belar "Name is Neezie.. Neezie Berrygun", she points further towards the crest of the hill "You'll find O'Banter up there, he's the closest thing we got to being in charge. When your done with your war, give me a visit and I'll treat you to a keg of Bloomball Berry Ale"

Belar reaches the top overseeing several small hills with doors on the eastern side, several old females are tending their chickens and sheep within the woven fences. A male with wavy red hair has a pile of wood from fallen trees and is using a wood choppers axe to cut them into kindling. Two young Gnomes far too young to acknowledge as adults pile the kindling onto carts and lead the large dog transports down to the village. The man stands upright to wipe sweat from his brow when he sees Belar "Well met Kinsman, are you lost? Do you need shelter? I'm Norton Lumberman, Matriarch of this small village"

The Gnome scratched his beard, contemplating what the Dwarf noble said. Norton slid his hand axe back into the safety loop "So, War you say and where is this war now? Centurians? that doesn't sound good. We don't have the resources available to fight professional armies. You can try Domhan Orga two days west or your best bet would be heading north, it will take a week, but you can get word to Corsorie, Falmorine, and Kirklanall. They got warlords with bans of warriors."

Norton waved the Dwarf to follow, walking on a gravel path along rows of flowers, "There is an old fort about half a days journey going north, haven't been there so I don't know if anybody is home. We're usually self-sustaining here and get merchants once a month to trade." He leads the Dwarf to a hill covered in flowers. Wooden posts next to the door have been prepared to maintain vineyard plants. The diverse breeds of flowers produce a sweet and spicy scent and invites birds to perch on nearby hedge trees. Norton knocks and the door before entering "Maggie", he called out "We have an important visitor."