After what seemed like ages of use “Death by Boroin” was no longer exhibiting the same level of dread that it had in earlier years. In an attempt to retain some of it’s character Boroin visited the old Relic Master. Deconstructing the sword was a success and some great runes and gems were available to be imbued into the Boroin’s newest weapon.

And so, “The Bat” was crafted. It is a fine mace and will help to defend the free peoples until a newly crafted axe is ready. Boroin’s hobbit ally Philmo is hard at work on the axe.

Chasing the small wolf that stole his rations, Boroin felt a sense of anxiousness. Was he being followed? Was this wolf really that intent to take a few morsels of food and risk its life? As he passed the tree and rounded the corner of the large outcrop of rocks it all became clear.

The cub had been part of a scheme by Ashht! the warg and his pack were hiding amongst the rocks, in wait. Seeing the large warg first Boroin quickly pulled his shield from his back and brandished his axe. Seconds later he was completely surrounded.

As he began to whirl his blade and bash with his shield a familiar horn blared. Luckily, for Boroin,  the trap was prepared a little close to camp.  Smithen his old ally was nearby and heard the commotion. His horn announced his joining the battle and renewed Boroin’s vigor. The two manage to stave off many of the pack with Ashht himself finally bearing down upon them.

The battle raged on and finally after a battle cry from Smithen and one last sheld bash the warg was defeated. The rations though were gone as the cub never returned to the battle. Hungry and tired Boroin headed back to camp…

As Boroin searched among the rubble he came upon a gleaming mirrored piece of iron…his shield!

Digging it up it brought back the memory of its loss. The battle with the cave troll. He was a younger dwarf then…less than 200 hundred years of age. The battle was fierce and as Boroin shielded his friends a blast of energy knocked them all away from the troll. None saw what caused the blast…many felt it was Amarthiel herself.

Whether it was or it wasn’t, here was the shield 200 hundred years later, buried in this rubble of Carn Dum. And to think, only another 50 trolls stood in my way to get it…