He hurried to wash himself and put on some garments, after which
he dashed down the stairs to meet the old dwarf.
Leckie nee thuneb ey. 'Leckie nee thuneb ey?'
Rinakles Savorlin-son shook awoke as he read this line and
wondered how it could be that it was the first thing he saw that
He found that he was lying on an old book written in one of the
older Elvish tongues he was being taught - obviously he had
dropped to sleep on it last night. Probably, this was also the
reason why his lower jaw ached.
Ever since his childhood, of which he only really remembered the
part after he was taken in by Dambrano when his parents had died
in a terrible rage of Bubonic plague that had ravished his
hometown Port Pylon, he had been troubled by spontaneous gusts
of sleep washing over him - something his fellow students
referred to as 'nap attacks' in jest. His life seemed like a
constant dream to others, really, since he could most of the
time be found wandering around Pegana
University in deep thought of magic and poetry rather than
Rinakles was a somewhat slender man, with large eyes that seemed
to be constantly radiating with inspired joy of life. In spite
of his young age, his hair was already veering towards being
As he sat erect fumbling his goatee, he was immediately absorbed
by the sun that was now throwing its first rays of feeble
morning light over the rooftops of some of the other University
Ah...how simple yet beautiful each sunrise appeared to him. This
morning in particular, the clouds had their own little ways of
seeming to ornament the sun, seeming to encrown it in a tender
embrace with tatters of purple, pink and red in all kinds of
The sight gladdened Rinakles' heart and made him feel he could
handle anything fate would throw at him that day. There was
magic in the air, and there had always been something about
magic that he had loved - in a way even far superior to the
sheer joy of beholding a beautiful dawn like this morning's.
'Be in the yard at dawn,' his old tutor had said the evening
before, 'don't be late for it is an important thing I wish to
Oops. This beautiful dawn had its first touch of failure
quickly went to wash himself and put on a robe, after which he
quickly retrieved his magic wand and dashed down the stairs to
the yard where the dwarfish tutor would probably be impatiently
'Woe thee, blasted ghoul! Get thyself away from me or I'll
cleave thy rancid skull with my bare hands!'
This quite crude statement echoed through the rather bare
quarters of Dobranur Gymli-son, who lay on his cot and seemed to
be battling with a rugged piece of animal skin which he normally
only used to cover himself with.
When it dropped to the ground next to some of the typical stone
furniture present in the room, he opened his eyes and sat up.
Immediately, he went to lie down again as though he was struck
by an attack of vertigo, shaking his head as if to ward off
As he gained full consciousness that seemed to be flowing into
him like a good pint of beer flushing down his gullet, a deep
sigh passed his lips when he recognized familiar surroundings -
his own room at Pegana University.
Dobranur was a sturdy dwarf with a rugged beard that made him
look ancient in spite of his age - he was only just adult. He
was about two thirds the size of a regular man, but had a
stature almost just as broad, and he was no doubt very strong.
His eyes always seemed strangely dim - only when someone spoke
of his kin or things sprouting forth from the earth, would his
eyes assume a keen sparkle that seemed to arise from somewhere
deep within him.
Dobranur, born in a small settlement near Brindil-Bun, had been
brought to the care of his distant uncle, a tutor at Pegana
University by the name of Dambrano, when his parents decided
they wanted to live in seclusion somewhere near Luthag and
wanted their little son to be brought up decently. His parents
were never heard of again, and were feared to have been
slaughtered in one of the many raids scavenging that part of
Ontaflareth in recent decades.
He closed his eyes again to the sound of swords and shields
clattering outside his window as the first fighting lessons in
the University yard had obviously started. These always started
just after dawn, and...
By Galganoz the Evil One! May the Stone Wrath forever turn Gold
into Granite! May Dragonfire forever burn all dwarves' beards!
'Be in the yard at dawn,' his distant uncle annex tutor had said
the evening before, 'don't be late for it is an important thing
I wish to tell you.' It was already well beyond dawn, as the sun
was already gaining power and turning to a bright yellow in the
unadorned light blue sky.
He jumped out of bed, quickly washed himself, put on his leather
fighting gear and dashed down the stairs.