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Anora charged the Wolfstake. Within a few feet of the creature, she fell into a purposeful slide. The waste and refuse from the city above made the sewer floor slick, and the dwarf glided swiftly on the muck. Due to her speed and small stature, she slid beneath the Wolfstake's grasping hands. When s...

Anora nursed her ale in the tavern, candidly retelling the tale of how the Giant Insect had fallen to the the unstoppable Duhad Crew. Her drunken words were mixed with tears as she praised her fallen shipmates' last heroic deeds. She raised her mug to Grant who sat several tables away speaking quiet...

After the other mates were freed and the ship secured once again, one of the brothers, Peter, looked at Grant's eye. He fingered the dark brown substance and brought it to his nose and sniffed it. "Ah, just chewin' tobacoo, I think," Just then, he noticed Anora coming up with the severed h...

Just as discusted with herself for not being alert as she was at the man, she took up her battle axe. Bringing it over her head, she swung it hard, severing the man's head from his body. She picked up the foul head, its eyes still peering sightlessly from its sockets. "Good job, Partridge,"...

With great effort the dwarfess spit the cloth out of her mouth. A half strangled voice full of rage and furry yelled out, "Kill the son of goat, Grant! Run him through!" Her hands worked twisted and turned, the ropes finally losing just a bit. She began spitting insults and curses out that...

She mumbled calmly into the rag stuffed in her mouth, watching his movements carefully.

Anora stopped screaming and moving and eyed the man calmly. Her dagger-eyes bore into him. Just get a little closer, she thought.

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Gagged and tied, Anora cursed through the filthy rag at her assailant. The scurvied man bent down toward Anora menacingly, his wretched breath hot on her face. He laughed at her muted screams and grabbed at the boy-sized clothes she wore, his intentions quite plain. Fluttering above the scene, were ...

"I don't trust 'im, Sir," the dwarfess growled at the captain. ** "Blast you imbeciles!" Anora yelled and swung her axe for effect. The pixies fluttered down the hatch into the hull of the ship giggling and plotting. After all the worthwhile cargo had been stowed, Anora scouted t...

The cloaked ship slowly approached the Merchantile, her black sails flapping soundlessly in the wind. Nearly invisable, Anora stood on the railings, looking thru her monocular. "I estimate roughly a crew of 35," she breathed. She nodded her head imperceptively and two lizardmen slipped ove...

As the Grant spoke to the captain, Anora was busy making preparations for the raid on the Mercantile. The "Dahud" would intercept the merchant ship just after sun down. In the burning heat of afternoon, the men were taking down the white masts in exchange for the black Masts of Cloaking. B...

"I see yer up finally Partridge!" Anora smiled broadly. "Just at dusk, we be hitting the Merchantile. You ready Partridge?? I'll be holding a meeting on deck in a moment, so when you're done pesterin' the Cap'tin, best be getting on out here!" The dwarfess strolled away humming a...

Grant's watch in the crow's nest passed without worry, when Chris called up to relieve him. Back down on the deck, Peter showed him his technique for mending ropes, "Keeps the fingers limber!" he exclaimed. After a time of kneeling and sitting on the deck, knees become stiff and lids begin...

Anora watched Grant turn his back and make his way over to the mast. Her smile slid off her face and she turned to the brothers, "I expect a full report in the morning of any and all doings this eve." She caught their eyes, looked to Grant, and then looking back at the brothers. They nodde...

Anora had walked up to the end of the ship where the brothers and Grant were settled counting arrows just as the singing began. She rocked on her heels and laughed boisterously. "Quite good, me boys! Now, see ye being taking turns in the crows nest and scouting the sides. Don't want any sea ser...

Farewell! And good luck! Come back to us soon, as you know you'll be welcomed back!

Viola

The sun sunk into the ocean, leaving the ship surrounded by inky waters. Anora stood on the first rung of the railing on the port side and peered straight down. The water licked at the side of the boat like a lover. In fact, that is exactly how the dwarf regarded the sea - like a lover. One that may...

"Hold that yardarm, Partridge!" Anora called just as the Captain came to stand beside her on the Quarter deck. She pointed to a lithe sea elf, and gestered him to move around the fore-mast. A strong gust of wind filled the sail and ripped the braces from Grant's hand. The yardarm wheeled a...

When Grant approaches, Anora is in the middle of giving orders in a loud, stern voice to the rest of the crew. Despite her diminutive size and girlish looks, the few remaining haggard men know better than to underestimate her authority. Men scurried about to the deck, pulling on various ropes and un...

Anora chucked at the man, standing unashamed in his skivvies before the Captain. "Come along, partridge." She led Grant back to the sailor's quarters and pointed to one of the top bunks. "That'll be yours." The mattress jigled on its own and a family of rats scurried out. The dwa...

With flaming red hair and clothes that could pass as rags, Anora stood behind the white-haired man, hands on her hips, and an air of youthful smuggness about her. "Found 'em loiter'n on da docks, Cap'n. Say he be wantin' a job. " She rocked back on her heels and cocked an eye to the man.

Fear not. My coming of age party begins soon!

Anora Cobble