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Service with the Sky Pirates was a dream come true for a dwarf with gnomish tendencies. It didn't take long for Docsi's worth to be know amongst the pirates and soon he commanded his own dirigible wreaking havoc among the orcs of the land and raiding along the borders. it was on one of these raids that misadventure once again struck.

A shot from a ballista, fired by an orc that looked suspiciously like the same one who ruined his military career, punctured his balloon sending the dirigible spinning in to crash among the trees of the forest below. Docsi came to among the scattered wreckage of his downed ship, the crushed and broken bodies of his gnome crew around him. He stumbled from the wreckage and gathering his weapons began to make good his escape The orcish war drums grew louder and he knew it wouldn't be long before they found the crash site.

Docsi limped as quickly as his bad knee would allow away from the wreckage. He soon found himself in a clearing and knew his running was over. The drums were so loud he could feel them in his bones and the chants and laughter of the orcs were all around him. A grim smile played across his bearded face as he prepared to make his last stand; he would take more than a few of the green bastards with him.

Taking his short sword from its scabbard, he quickly drew a circle in the dirt around himself. Replacing the blade, he unslung the large axe and hammer from his back, placing them reverently upon the ground, one to each side. He then took up a strange looking crossbow, cocked it, and prepared to meet his fate.

The first orc to enter the clearing was met with a bolt from the strange crossbow. It struck the creature between the eyes propelling it back into the trees. A howl of anger rose from the orcs as six more charged into the clearing, their crude swords raised. Again Docsi pointed the crossbow and fired six bolts in rapid succession, striking each of the orcs in turn, killing them instantly. Docsi laughed with devilish delight to know the gas operated crossbow had worked so well. Several more orcs pounded into the clearing and the strange crossbow fired again and again, sending an orc to meet its fate until "CLICK!!"

"Shite!" Docsi cursed as he fought with the machine, "out of bloody ammo!" Docsi looked up just as an orc was about to strike and his eyes widened, knowing his time was up. It was at that instant a feathered shaft of elvish design sprouted from the orc's forehead and the most beautiful site the dwarf had ever seen suddenly appeared beside him.

She was tall, even for an elf, and her long brown curls shown in the sun. He was mesmerized as arrow after arrow streaked from her bow taking the life of each orc unfortunate enough to cross her gleaming brown eyes. But soon even her arrows played out.

"Dis be some first date," Docsi said with a wry smile as he took up his axe and hammer.

"Date?" she asked with a grin, drawing the curved sword that graced her shapely hip.

The orcs amassed themselves at the edge of the clearing and stood chanting and slamming their weapons upon their shields, shaking thier fists at the couple in its center. Soon the chanting stopped and all the orcs looked back and howled with glee. An ogre, eleven feet tall and armored, carrying a massive two handed sword, entered the clearing with a deep, bellowing laugh. The orc's commander had come. He stomped slowly towards the pair with his minions closing the circle around the two.

"Up wit yer hands an be droppin' dem weapons!" the ogre bellowed.

With a wink and a crooked grin, the elf dropped her sword and raised her hands.

"What be ye doin?" Docsi asked in astonishment.

In answer, the elf looked towards the advancing ogre, as the orcs around them laughed evilly. "I CALL LIGHTNING TO STRIKE THEE! I CALL LIGHTNING TO STRIKE THEE! I CALL LIGHTNING TO STRIKE THEE!" she shouted and a bolt of pure, blue energy came streaking from the cloudless sky to strike the ogre upon his head causing the creature to explode into a fine, green mist. The orcs, dismayed to see their champion so easily bested, howled in fear and quickly disappeared back into the surrounding trees.

The elf laughed as she bent to retrieve her sword from the ground. She turned as she stood to face Docsi and again that enchanting crooked grin crossed her beautiful face.

"Greetings, master dwarf, I'm Dair Silverbow, druid of the elven nations," she said with a smile.

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Duke, Squire Docsi HardAnvil
aka the Mad Dwarf
GMR of Dreadmoor
Squire to Sir Logan T. Black
Clan Chieftain of the Turtle Clan
Ship's Surgeon, HMS "Turtle's Revenge"
Gaslight Sky Pirate

"Dwarves and mountains have one thing in common: It takes an almighty hammer and a tremendous amount of persistence to overcome them."


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