Misbegotten world

To the mountains (Part 1)

The dwarves looked at Vartos in shock upon hearing him mention named dragons. Named dragons were a closely guarded secret, recorded only in scrolls stored deep within the dwarves' vaults alongside their most treasured possessions.

"You know about named dragons?" Gund says with shock on his tone,

"How do you know about them lad..." Torf says,

"Whats the point? Not only us dwarfs know about dragons and such. Their names still linger strong even if thousands of years had passed since the age of dragons were dethroned." As Kob explained,

"Back at southeastern snow from where i come from, it is said that the drakes were the one that dethroned them. Their own kind." Vartos says,

"You know about drakes too? That is amazing lad, you know a lot dont you?" Torf says,

"Well, thats where they came from. Thats what my people say." Vartos says,

"Your from the south eh? From where?" Tob asks,

"From Koulgar, where the people lived in the lands where gentle snow used to fall. In my lifetime gentle snow never came." Vartos says with sadness on his tone,

When he turned his head and looked at the other dwarfs, they already had fallen asleep with only Dink listening to him.

"Ah well, sorry to hear that. Best to sleep and rest. Along day awaits tomorrow brother." Dink lays down, a few moments later he started snoring,

Vartos' suspicions vanished when the dwarves fell into a deep sleep, clearly having no intention of harm. They even showed their most vulnerable side. Vartos stayed up all night, staring at the full moon where the celestial of magic and star shone the brightest in the clear sky.

As dawn came, wyverns started to fly in packs, reaching for the sky. This alarmed both Vartos and the dwarves,

"What the fuck is that!?" Vartos, shocked upon witnessing a wyvern for the first time,

The group woke up alarmed, and picked up their pickaxes to defend themselves,

"What? What? What is it? Is it a blood demon?!" Dink says with fear and shock,

"For fucks sake, its wyverns! Everyone calm down, nothing to be afraid about!" As Torf shouted in frustration,

"Nothing to he afraid about?! Aren't they dragons?" Vartos says in fear while holding his sword unsheathed,

"Damn it all lad, wyverns are a lot smaller than dragons. So please calm down would ya!!?" Tob frustrated being disturbed in his slumber,

The group and Vartos departed early from the cave where they had sought shelter for the night, leaving early to continue their respective journeys. Eventually, they parted ways, each heading down their own paths.

"Goodluck finding that gal." Torf says shaking hands with vartos,

"I also see you have a beautiful crafted sword, I recognize that our forefathers had forged that sword for you. Take good care of it, and also take this medallion. Its a key to enter the dwarves death catacombs. I hope you have a safe journey brother."

After Torf handed him the medallion, he and his group turned and slowly vanished into the raging, thick snow. Vartos looked at the medallion in his hands, engraved with a dwarven sigil of a hammer. He then continued on his path, disappearing into the blizzard, steadfast in his quest to find the missing girl.