Getting the Dwarven King

[Kimnas]

Gwy, who had been traveling for a few hours finally reached the place of his destination. Exhausted and hungry he landed in a small cave and laid down for a short nap. He then fell into quite a sleep (and so would you if you had used the amount of power that Gwy did by traveling so far North to get one king.)

Gwy heard a rock clack softly behind him and suddenly his eyes shot open. Tossing himself up telekinetically, Gwy drew his sword and held it to the throat of whatever was behind him...

It was a dwarf. The dwarf's big brown eyes cried for mercy and so Gwy put his sword away and said...

"Yes, my friend? What is it?"

"M'lord, if you don't mind. My master has asked for your presence in his throne room."

"I've only been here a few minutes, how could he have known?"

"Beggin' your pardon sir, but you've been here for almost a day, sleepin' we figured but now I'm pretty sure of it."

Gwy's stomach immediately assured him that he had been sleeping for a day.

"I will come, but first, may I have some food?"

"Yes, M'lord. This way"

The dwarf then began his comical half-waddle, half-walk to the edge of the cave and began climbing down a side path and after a few minutes of hiking they were in the midst of a massive room which was obviously a dining room for there were quite a few tables with dishes laid out perfectly and neatly.

The dwarf led Gwy back into one of the kitchens and told the cook to feed him a bit before he saw the king. The cook, obviously nervous, began quickly throwing together a few rolls with some tough meat on them. Gwy sat at the small table in the kitchen used for when servants would eat and dove into the sandwhiches. On a normal day when Gwydion wasn't that hungry the sandwhich wouldn't have been the best, although it would've been good, but as everyone knows, when you are hungry, things taste better, so after a day of no food Gwy had reached Utopia. The cook seemed very surprised that such enjoyment was radiating from Gwy and took a liking to him straight away. The dwarf which had first met Gwy and led him around found Gwy's display of enjoyment to be slightly comical and was chuckling from his chair on the other side of the small table.

((Just as a starting post. I will continue on in a bit.))

[Kimnas]

"Alrighty, time to see the king, sir."

Gwy finished the last roll, stood up, and said telekinetically to the cook, 'those rolls were fabulous. Thank you very much ma'am. I wish you good fortune and I shall remain your good friend, Gwydion. Farewell.' As Gwy was about to start walking he turned and saw the cook's face a little bit uneasy. He winked at her and smiled, nodding his head with respect, assuring her that the voice that she just heard in her head was indeed real.

Gwy heard the cook call his guide, Romperstomp Stoutheart when she was mad and Romp or Rompy when she wasn't as mad, so Gwy decided to try and befriend the dwarf by making small talk considering the room they were walking through was extremely long and quite massive. The silence created discomfort. Gwy began by clearing his throat and saying...

"My name is Gwydion but people call me Gwy for short. What is your name?"

"Romperstomp Stoutheart sir...b-"

"Gwy."

"Sir?"

"Call me Gwy please."

"Ahh, Gwy. My name is Romperstomp Stoutheart but my friends call me Romp or Rompy."

"Which name do you prefer?"

"Well, I don't really have a pref'rence s-...Gwy, but usually when we're in more of a serious mood people call me Romp."

"So, is there a name for this incredible place, Romp?"

"Ahh, yes, well, the council and the king are discussing the naming of this place but they haven't come to a conclusion yet."

"What is it referred to while you wait?"

"Home."

"That's understandable. So, this king, is he stubborn?"

"Well Gwy, I'd hate to speak wrongly of my king so I'll let you find the answer to that question when we get in there. Ah here, we are."

The hall had finally ended. Gwy followed Romper through a set of small rooms and finally into the main hall. The king sat in his main chair, which was elevated on a platform which also held two more dwarves. One on his right and one on his left. The king wore a large helmet and had his axe in a holder on the right side of the big throne. There were four guards in the room, all armed and armored well. Gwy and Romp stopped in the middle of the hall and Romp bowed and announced...

"My king Thor Mountainfist, the king's advisor Vroc Firebeard, and the Dwarven historian Tina Arcbell, I present Gwydion."

Gwydion bowed and stepped forward as the king began...

"Why have you come, human?"

"Sir, the rest of Lodon, or at least all of it's respected and friendly kingdoms, such as yours, have been asked to come and join in a Great Council. This Great Council is to decide the fate of the dragons. In the area of Siftura some dragons have been not so nice to the villages and towns and so the Council has been called for. I have come to give an invitation for you and whoever you choose to bring to come down and join the others kingdoms at this council."

The king leaned over and his Vroc, his advisor, walked over to the king. They exchanged a few words in dwarvish and Gwy took the opportunity to go into the king's mind. 'Should we trust this man?' began the king (for when he thought the words they were in the language of the mind which cannot be spoken by any creature that we have found, only understood by some.) Vroc replied, 'I have thought of all the different areas in which we could lose and the overall loss is not great enough to decline this offer. He may be lying but if you bring your elite guard, none shall be able to touch you.' 'You are wise, Vroc. So I shall agree if I may bring my elite guard.' 'Yes sire,' Vroc said. The king sat upright in his chair and said...

"I shall agree to come as long as I may bring my elite guard and if I may leave whenever I choose."

"Sir, I am most delighted. You may bring your whole kingdom if you wish, but if you choose only the elite guard then may it be so. Thank you very much King Mountainfist."

"Yes, yes, we shall leave tomorrow morning. Be ready, hu- Gwydion. Be ready."

"Thank you sir, and I shall be."

With that Romperstomp and Gwydion turned and exited the throne room.

[Kimnas]

Gwydion woke up to the sound of birds. He smiled and sat up in bed. He remembered back to the night before, Romperstomp and his buddies talking and laughing, telling stories and jokes, and making fast friends. Gwy enjoyed the company of dwarves. Dwarves are sometimes offish at the beginning but once one of them trust you, the others trust you a lot more. Loyal and stouthearted, they make friends quickly and keep them for a long time. Gwydion enjoyed good, loyal friends.

Gwydion finished putting on his clothes and armor. He buckled his belt on and made sure he had not forgotten anything when he left his room. Turning right down the hall, Gwy saw Romper up ahead and he called Romper's name and jogged to catch up with him. Romper said in his Dwarven accent...

"Sleep Well Gwydion?"

"I did indeed, thank you Romper. Did you?"

"Oh Aye, I did, thank ya."

Romper and Gwy continued to talk until they entered the large Dining Hall which was full to the brim with dwarves. Romper and Gwy sat together and feasted on their large and filling breakfast.

At the end of the meal (which was considerably shorter than normal dwarven meals because they had to depart soon), the king stood and said in his deep dwarven voice...

"Friends, family, and honored guests (he looked at Gwydion when he said 'honored guests'), we have been asked to partake in a large council down south in the human city of Ristop and we have decided to go. Bid us farewell, and do not miss us too much. My advisor Vroc shall take the place of Overseer while I am gone and when I return, if I see misbehavior I shall deal with the individuals personally. Farewell my fair kin."

Applause and cheers echoed throughout most of the mountain city. The journey began..