Sskal, a recent name for an odd event still shrouded by darkness. Myself (holdan) and a few other good dwarves recently went on a mining trip beneath the laanx temple. It was dark outside and the tavern was full, so it was the best way to pass the time. We travled deep into the dungon, until we reached the iron mine site, we had to force a few thugs out of our way, but we were decent fights so this was no real hardship.
The time was 11:07 PM... I and the fellow stonebreakers had gathered quite a good amont of ores, so we decided to sit down int he middle of the iron site and have a few drinks, we brought along some chopped wood for a fire, and formed a small circle around it. After all, it gets cold down there at night. We started talking about old times, and spesificly our first time we've ever been down here, back when the mining site over a bit from us was rich with platinum. We started talking, and decided, oh for memories sake, we'ed go mine some silver just to remind us of the good ol' days....
On our way to the bridge that connected the two sites we saw a tall figure, around 2.5 meters or so tall, he was standing in the shadow of a large boulder, but he had the build of a kran. In a thundering voice he muttered: "StuooP!" Which litteraly stoped us in our tracks.
The large figure stepped foward and smashed his foot down on the old creeky wooden bridge, the ropes snapped and we fell down hard on our behinds. I furiously ripped my axe from its satchle and pointed it at the figure: "AYE! you! who do ye think you are stomping 'round like that!?!"
I recieved no reply from the figure... Then he jumped down revealing that he indeed was a very tall kran.
Not wanting to seirously injur the fella, I swung a fist at his gut. Oh it hit alright, but it hurt me much more then it hurt him. He then kneed me right in the weak spot and obviously... I crumbled to my knees.
My friends drew their weapons, and loyaly stayed to help me out. They charged the kran and made a few good cuts on him, but we're all knocked unconcious by him. Being only two of them there, I grabbed both and swung them over my shoulders and began to run like the dickens!
I felt for some reason he let us go though, after all he didn't chase me down, even though I was slowed down considerabley by the extra weight on my shoulders. One time I tripped and fell foward, when I got up to see where he was, he was gone.
This is a message to all who venture into the dungons, this kran is no ordinary brigand, I'd consider him more of a monster, Lurking around, waiting for someone to attack. Why? Well don't ask me.
This encounter happened quite a while ago, I've been telling my friends about it in the tavern, and I heard a few others had an encounter with the creature known as Sskal. So believe it a myth, tale, or ledgend, watch yer backs.
[ooc: This is an rp me and my friend have started to add some excitment to hydlaa a bit, nothing big and overwhelming, but just something to throw out there. Sskal is a good ooc friend of mine, he taught me alot about role playing and I assure you is a great role player.
The role play itself has plenty of room to develope, we have a back story for reasons and whys, however they are not released just yet, because everything above is what is known thus far about the happenings in the dungon. Many things have yet to be understood by anyone, such as the whys and reasons for many things.]
Happy role playing,
-Holdan
