Now was time to pay Guru’s bloodlust was running low, and he
knew it. He did not want to startle his fellow dwarfs so he kept fighting like
a mad berserker, even though he was at his wicks end. As sanity was slowly creeping
back into him he realized something drastic must be done. He yelled to comrades
to back off and as soon as he had entered the cave. Then he ordered them to
blast it shut as soon as he was through. Many of his fellow dwarfs were
reluctant, but in his learning’s when some mad dwarf was giving orders you did
first, asked later, if you were still breathing that is. Guru ran through the
portal and his companions did as he bid. But blowing a cave mouth shut is no
easy nor safe task, a few of his equals died facilitating this final cause.
The next part Guru was truly unclear about, he recalled
being brought down by some rocks and quite a few drow. His current physical
state screamed to kill him while he was down, but for some reason beyond him
they placed him in a cell. Most likely to not give him the pleasure of dieing
in battle, for a life stranded in an oubliette. It was here he spent the
majority of his life living off of rats, and other oddities they tossed in on
him, the few occasions that they remembered his existence. Guru was a fighter,
he needed to survive so for years upon years he worked at digging his way out.
With the only readily available tool being a rat bone one can get very
creative.
The day Guru saw daylight once more he nearly cried, but as
we all know dwarfs would rather be mangled viciously than cry he held back all
the pent up tears. He was glad that the drows must have forgotten him, but he
could take no chances. So off he went to the nearest town. Something was very
odd to him after a short walk he was rather winded, and needed to rest. He
thought back to the days before the invasion, life was so much better then.
Then, he thought to himself, how long ago was then. After a half a days walk,
he found himself in Xaventry. He must have been gone a long time for this place
had never even existed while he was a child. Thinking about his own self
preservation he mugged a poor man in some ally, his mind was moving to fast to
recall where he was, he needed some different clothes incase some of the drow
had realized he was missing. It was then that he ran into a drow in the
streets. By gods, had the drow won, and conquered all, he ran like mad, he ran
as far away as he could. While running he was attacked by wolves…
From here, this is where Guru came into my care. After the
ferocious attack by the wolves, Guru was left fatally debilitated. I assured
him that the drow had nowhere near taken control of Alyria. He seemed happy to
this fact, but as he smiled you could just see the distancing look in his eyes.
As his last breath was expelled from his now chilling body, I thanked him, and
he brightened once more. There was a flash of a warrior’s grin, then blank.
That my friends, is the Story of Guru, whose name I hope remains on all our
tongues as a true hero.
-V-
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