"Bloody mage." Korick grumbled as he unfolded the the wanted poster in his pocket. It was an odd trophy yes, but it gave him an odd sense of achievement. He thought back to what lead him to his long trek through the Ghellez see pass to Anmar.
He was walking down an Alley when he noticed the poster."WANTED KORICK IRONBOLT"
Dwarven male approximately four feet eight inches in height. Silver eyes, short braided black hair, short well trimmed black beard. Wanted four breaking and entering, assault of a clan guard, theft and impersonation of a noble. Also known as Genbor Stoutheart, Lethkin Stoneforger and Rel Thunderhammer. following was a very well drawn picture mage enhanced.
"well shave my beard." Korick exclaimed.
He pulled the poster down to study it more closely, then shoved it into his pocket and hurrayed off down the alley. It was only fifteen minutes to the little run down tavern he was staying at. he slipped in the back avoiding the few patrons there were and went upstairs to his room. He grabbed is rucksack and stuffed his few meager possessions in, slung his crossbow over his shoulder an fixed his axe and quarrels to his belt. Then he went about his alterations, he grabbed a vial of orange dye from the dresser pored it into a bowl with a little water and then began rubbing it into his beard. As he headed for the door he grabbed the cloak and pulled it over his head. The only things left behind were some empty whiskey bottles, a couple dishes and five crown an the night stand.
Korick thought that if he left Karak Maulkez he would be in the clear but it turned out that the Lokmar's had the means and the determination to scourer the whole of Remtex if necessary. Shortly after his departure from Karak Maulkez the posters were back shortly followed by criers shouting his name and on several occasions he was even stopped by town guard asking if he'd seen "this fugitive." Those had been the most unnerving times wondering if the guards had saw throw the slap dash disguise, wondering if they would see through him before he could bluster "never in my life" an leave.
It had been an terrifying and accelerating flight. But now he was on his way to safety in Danmere and the lands of man.
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