ruehammer,
Paladin of the 11th Circle, had just ventured far and wide through Butcherblock
seeking evil to destroy. After a few heavy days hacking through undead skeletons,
filthy goblins, and deadly scarab Truehammer became weary and started heading
towards his mountain fortress home - Kaladim.
fter
turning a bend in the road and within sight of the crossroads he suddenly
felt the sting of pain across his face. Whirling around he discovered
that an Elder Krag had slashed him with his beak. What audacity! Heh heh,
little did 
that
Elder Krag know about the valor of the Kaladim Paladins! After a time
the Elder Krag lay blood soaked at Truehammer's feet. Truehammer felt
a power he had never known before. He realized he must meet his Guildmaster
posthaste.
ith speed
and stamina only dwarves know, he raced towards Kaladim's gates, and was greeted
warmly by it's citizens. "Welcome Truehammer", replied the Guildmaster. "You
have served well so far. For this you are awarded the 12th Circle". So with
much weary joy Truehammer walked to the nearest inn. After selling a Krag carcass
to the innkeep, he sat next to the warm common-room fire and sipped a tall mug
of dwarven ale.
was
a good night indeed. His thoughts drifted towards his friends. Where were
the other Avengers? He would need to tell his tale when they next met...