[center] Water everywhere. Why did it have to be water? She was all water-wrinkled and soggy. And if the water was any higher it could drown her, slowly and painfully. The tank across from her was a dim image in the slowly slime covering glass of her own tank. Knowing what was in it and being unable to draw any sound from her fellow captive, she had given up on talking. At first she had screamed. Screamed for help, for anyone, anyone at all to get her out of the awful sludge-stinkin’ water.

The dwarf female had refused to cry too. When she had no one to talk to. When she knew no one would come. When she grew so hungry it hurt. All she had were her prayers. But the songs had dwindled from chants to whispers and then just thoughts. [i]Anyone, anyone please... AllFather guide This One from the dark, consuming waters... Bring your almighty hammer down to smash This One’s prison and all my would be jailers... Anyone, Oh SoulForger... Let my being be their weapon till This One’s debt is repaid... Anyone at all please... Even a stinkin’ fleet foot Elf or Gnome will do...[/i]

How had she gotten in this mess...? It had been just the average journey destination. The Dwarffather had scented her dreams. The traveling had been slow, her mostly making her way on foot, which wasn’t very fast at all. But then she had hitched a ride with a merchant who had been curious to hear tales of her homeland and observe her odd prayers. Traveling with the curious human had been far easier than traveling on foot. Upon the end of his route, she had bit him farewell and praised the AllFather for leading her to gain yet another companion with a faster mode of travel. 

From there it was slow goings again. Stone-footed, being a dwarf, she prayed once more for guidance and the Soul Forger had shown her in dream visions of where to go. A place of figures in robes, fingers of light brushing over their mortal heads. And with inquires of holy places to the humans in the nearest town, the tavern keep suggested Bourgund as one of the places to see in her wanderings.

To travel so far from home was not very dwarfkind to do, but as young as she is, the forging-path of her ancestors carried thicker in her blood than most. Or so her mother had always told her. With Moradin’s guiding hand, trusting in his all-wisdom, the she-dwarf did not always know her destination, but trusted in that she was the Dwarffather’s eyes and always went in his ways on her journey. To be a wanderer is to have the restless feet so uncommon in her focused kin. But it is also the need to see more, learn more, and to always be Moradin’s daughter in the ways of justice and light.

So upon her arrival to Bourgund, she found a tavern to stay at. Through rumors, whispers and the most common of hearsay, the cleric learned there was a cult killing people and leaving their bodies about the streets like common daily trash. This must be the reason the AllFather had guided her to this place, there was little doubt in her. 

But in her investigations, she had been ambushed. Captured. Like a dim-witted elf-brain. So stored in the tank of water (quite uncomfortably might it be added) the she-dwarf was up to her chin and bound rather tightly. All her calls for help had been swallowed by water and darkness in the betraying womb of earth where the tanks were stored. Might be about a day of being stored like rotting fish guts, but who could tell in this prison. Unable to wriggle free from the manacles around her wrists, she knew her captors. Fish-people. Stinking, slimly, soggy-water-brained Fish-people! 

The people of this land called them Sahuagin, and those scale-faced flipper-discs had taken all her things. Who knew where they had put them. But the AllFather would provide and guide.

Beyond all this, she knew not much else. She was a pretty wonderful fighter. Not so much an investigator. Her ‘investigation‘ was usually charge in and smash the issue till it presented a problem no longer. Didn’t seem to be the best strategy this time around...

Something tapped against her tank and she squirmed about even more than before. Though it would do her no good. But at least whoever was out there knew she was alive and ready to smash some Fish heads.
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