Is it just A Dream






        Falcon settled into a deep sleep and with it came a deep voice. At first it was just above a whisper then it was as if the voice was next to his ear.
        Sir FireforgeSir Fireforge I need you to listen to me. The deep voice called out.
        At first Falcon just pushed the voice away knowing that it is just a dream, but then the voice spoke with authority that Falcon could not resist. When he opened his eyes he was not in his bed but in a black smiths shop next to the forge. He looked down and he was dressed in his dress Dwarven chain mail shirt and his best black leather pants and boots. He looked around for his axe but it was nowhere to be found.
        Sir Fireforge, you will not need your axe here. But I assure you that, you are more then safe here. The same voice could be heard but there was no one around.
        Show your self. I do not like these games you play. Falcon said with anger in his voice.
        Sir Fireforge I have come here on behalf of Mordin the soul forger. Abbathor the evil God of Greed stole Mordin's axe, and he wants it back. Before you say any thing hear me out.
        I will listen to nothing until you show yourself. I do not like this magic you use. This is just a dream and nothing more, so leave me be. I do not like the games you play. His voice still had the same anger in it as before.
        Very well. The voice said. Then a bright flash filled the room, and when Falcons eyes cleared a Dwarf in a Black and gold trimmed Chain mail shirt and black leather pants was standing in front of him with his arms folded across his chest. Strapped on his back was an Axe and on his waist were several daggers of the same design as the axe. His beard, mustache, and hair was neatly trimmed and combed. The color of his hair was a light brown with a trace of gray in it. Falcon tried to determine his age but his eyes held wisdom beyond the appearance of his bodys.
        Is this better? he asked with a smile as he saw the confused look on Falcons face. I have been sent here by Mordin to acquire your services.
        Falcon started to say something but no words would come out of his mouth.
        Before you say any thing let me finish what I have to say. He said in a deep dwarven accent.
You have proven your self time and time again in your abilitys as a fighter and a smithy. Mordin has been watching you since you made your first dwarven armor. Your work was almost perfect, and Mordin knows you have what it takes to do this quest. Again before you ask. Im here to send you on a quest of a most important matter. As I said before Mordins hammer has been stolen by Abbathor, and you are to find it and return it to Mordin himself. He paused as he saw the proud look on Falcons face. He snapped his fingers and a rolled parchment appeared in his hand.
This is a map of where you can find Mordins hammer. He handed Falcon the map.
How do I know this is real? Falcon asked.
The Dwarf stepped next to Falcon and placed his hand on his right shoulder. Falcon felt a sharp pain the instant he touched him. Falcon tried to pull away but he could not move. He tried to slap his hand away and again his muscles would not heed his command. The pain intensified then he pulled his hand away, and the pain stopped as quickly as it had started.
You know have the image of the Hammer you will seek, and this mark will remain with you for as long as you are a smithy.
Falcon looked down but the pain he felt was covered by his armor. He looked back at the stranger and stated. I will complete this quest. When and where do I start? He asked with a strong, firm voice.
Fist you need to get your self a group of people that will help you in this quest. Where youll be going you will need a strong force to help you. You will meet many dangers and the hammer is guarded well.
If you know where the hammer is why dont you just go get it. After all Mordin is a God.
Because there has been a spell cast on the place the hammer rests, and only a mortal can enter this place. The map will show you where the map is. Mordin knows youll fulfill this quest. Until we meet again I bid you farewell.
There was a bright flash in the room and when Falcons eyes cleared he was sitting in his bed with his nightshirt soaked with sweat. He looked around and he realized he had another bad dream. He dropped back on his pillow and started to laugh.
I need to see some one about these dreams before I go crazy. He mumbled under his breath. Then he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. When he pulled his nightshirt down there was a tattoo of a hammer, a hammer of nothing like Falcon has ever seen. When he touched it he felt a tingle in his fingers. When he sat back up he noticed a scroll in his lap. With a cautious hand he picked it up and unrolled it, he couldnt believe his eyes. It was a map just like in his dream.






"Fight, little fools! Mount your wars and raise your towers and make your chases. I like to taste well-marbled meat when I'm crunching you