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	If he failed this time, he would beg for gulag as they slowly removed each layer of his skin, one at a time. </font>		If he failed this time, he would beg for gulag as they slowly removed each layer of his skin, one at a time. </font>

			=== Gunnar Avalanche meets Mariska the Death Dealer ===

			"Come on. As one bearded person to another, do me a favor. I am only looking for some Silver Cigars," Gunnar said, the Dwarf glancing curiously at a bright orange wagon parked nearby. The wagon was drawn by an ox. A really long haired one, typical to cattle further north of Blackport.

			The pirate with a thick black beard that Gunnar was conversing with shook his head. "Sorry, can't do. If I sell any of the cargo past the captain and quartermaster, the bosun will flay the skin from my back."

			"But you do sell directly from the ship, right?"

			"To select traders the captain knows, who buy in bulk. Anything else needs to go through the quartermaster."

			"Can I talk to the quartermaster then?"

			"He doesn't do minor trades. Except for people he knows personally, and those sent by someone important. Look, after the traders have visited, the remaining cargo goes to the bazaar. Visit us there. The best I can do is set a box of cigars aside for you, if there are any left."

			"Well, thanks for that. I suppose that is the best I can hope for," Gunnar said, opening his cigar box and looking forlornly at the single cigar he had left.

			"Excuse me! Make way! Cargo coming through!"

			Gunnar and the pirate took a step aside, Gunnar looking to find the source of the cheerful voice. Coming from the ship, practically skipping in front of pirates carrying crates and barrels - who were overseen by glaring half ogre that must have been the quartermaster - was the apparent owner of the wagon. A Gnomish woman in brightly colored clothes that would have looked right at home in Nyírvan - except for the large, wide brimmed pink hat that looked more like travel headwear to keep the sun and rain away than anything commonly worn in Nyírvan.

			"Heavy stuff goes to the middle for balance, lighter things to sides," the Gnome instructed as the pirates started loading the wagon. "And careful with the wine bottles! I already paid for them, and if you break any, I will be upset!" The pirate carrying the bottles swallowed nervously.

			Gunnar looked around for the Gnome trader's bodyguard but saw none. Meanwhile, the pirates finished loading the wagon and the Gnome extended her hand to the quartermaster. "A delight doing business with you!"

			"Always," the half ogre said and very carefully took her comparatively tiny hand in his.

			The pirates headed back to the ship as the Gnome climbed to the driver's seat of the wagon. "Do you need an escort?" Gunnar asked in Zradi, thinking about a Gnome with a wagon full of goods alone in Blackport. "In case of greedy people."

			"I am not really worried about those," the Gnome said, but made room next to her and patted the seat. "But hop on! Company would be nice."

			Gunnar climbed to the seat, the Gnome made a "tsk tsk" sound to the ox, who started walking. "Mariska," she then said, offering her hand to Gunnar.

			"Gunhr," Gunnar said, like the half ogre being careful when shaking her hand.

			"New in Blackport?" she asked.

			"Relatively, yes. Is it that obvious?"

			"It is. No one here offers to help just like that. When someone offers assistance, they always have an agenda."

			"How do you know I do not have an agenda?"

			"I have lived here a while. I can tell."

			"I have to tell you, I was surprised to see a Gnome in Blackport," Gunnar said.

			"It was not an easy decision for me to leave Nyírvan," Mariska said. "I really liked it there. But there weren't opportunities for me and what I wanted to do with my life there. So I had to make a decision. Give up on what I wanted, or leave. And here I am. There is so much wrong with Blackport, but lack of opportunities is not among that. Just like everything is for sale, everything is possible here. As long as you pay the right taxes and know the right people. And I have done really well for myself in Blackport." She glanced at Gunnar. "You can too. Your military bearing is obvious, and there is always demand for fighting skill here. The competition is fierce, of course, but that is how it is with opportunities. You have to work for them."

			Gunnar could tell that Mariska was an outgoing person as she chatted happily beside her, not giving him an opening to do much more than nod and hmm in response. Then she asked "So what were you doing with the pirates? Friends among the crew?"

			"No. I was just looking for some Silver Cigars."

			"I have Silver Cigars," Mariska said. "Just bought some, they are in the wagon."

			"Really? I don't suppose-"

			"Of course I will sell some to you! I will even give you a friendly discount. As soon as we get to my warehouse."

			The ox kept pulling the wagon as Mariska chatted cheerfully, occasionally letting Gunnar have a word too. The going was easy as most people gave the wagon a wide berth. Eventually she said "Oh, we are here! This is my warehouse."

			Of course it was. The bright yellow building stood out from other buildings like a Gnome in Blackport.

			Mariska hopped from the wagon and opened a large padlock holding the door locked. "Can you pull the door open? If you wait out here for a moment, I will park the wagon and get those cigars for you. I will have my crew unload the cargo later."

			As Gunnar pulled at the door he heard a groaning sound from inside the warehouse. "Shush now!" Mariska called, climbing back on the driver's seat. The voice went quiet as she drove the wagon in.

			Gunnar tried to figure out what sort of animal made that kind of noise, but then resolved that it must be something he was not familiar with.

			Mariska returned, closing and locking the door again, and held out a box of cigars. Coins and the box changed hands and Gunnar looked with satisfaction at his replenished supply.

			"Are you familiar with The Marked Hour?" Mariska asked. "It is a rather peaceful place as far as Blackport goes."

			"Haven't been there," Gunnar said.

			"You will soon! I was planning to eat, so I will treat you to dinner there!"

			"You don't have to..."

			"I insist!" Mariska said and took Gunnar's arm in a way that brooked no argument.

			Mariska kept chatting as they walked. Gunnar noted how a patrol of City Guard moved to the other side of the street as they approached. He knew that people were wary of his obvious military bearing, but something felt off.

			Eventually they arrived at the tavern. Gunnar felt that the bouncers gave him odd looks as he walked in with Mariska, who walked right up to the barkeep and said "Me and my friend will have steaks. Medium. With vegetables on the side, and warm bread and butter. I will have apple cider." She turned to Gunnar and asked "You will have ale, yes?" Barely waiting for a nod she turned back to the keep and said "He will have ale."

			The Marked Hour really was a nice and quiet place, and Mariska was good company. Her constant good mood was catching. And it was easier to have an actual conversation with her during dinner, as she stopped talking to chew. Gunnar didn't think he had been able to relax in that way since arriving at Blackport.

			Eventually they finished their dinner. Feeling content, Gunnar thought that this was a good moment to enjoy the last cigar from his old box before starting the new one. "I think I will have a cigar. Do you want one?"

			"No thank you, I don't smoke. But you go ahead. I will go pay our tab."

			As Gunnar took out the cigar she noted Mariska walk past a group of craftspeople playing cards at a table. The gamblers went quiet as she walked by. Then it dawned on him what had been nagging at him ever since port. The people along the way had not been afraid of him, they had been afraid of her!

			Leaning towards the gamblers, Gunnar asked "Excuse me. I am new here, and just met her. Is there something I should know?"

			"There most certainly is," one gambler said. "She is Mariska the Death Dealer. One of the most feared necromancers in Blackport."

			"She is so frightening she is just about the only person to do direct trade with Ûgozh tribes," another gambler said. "No one in their right mind dares attack her Death Caravan, guarded by terrifying undead and her own potent death magic."

			Gunnar looked at where Mariska was happily chatting with the barkeep while paying the bill, and tried to fit the sight with his mental image of a feared necromancer. Without much success. Then he shrugged and lit the cigar. "Well. That does explain a lot of things."

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	Feelings rose in him. Feelings he had not had since leaving the üdhrm.		Feelings rose in him. Feelings he had not had since leaving the üdhrm.

	He had to keep ~~her~~ alive. To guard her.		He had to keep this woman alive. To guard her. To protect her.

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	But, like everything in Blackport, there was no free lunch. Now he had to deal with the power structures within the Iron Guard.		But, like everything in Blackport, there was no free lunch. Now he had to deal with the power structures within the Iron Guard.

	Firstly, there was Dô-zah’ûkû, the hulking female orc who commanded Gunnar’s unit. It was obvious from day one that she hated Gunnar; but to be fair, she hated everyone else in the unit only slightly less; and furthermore, she ~~knows~~ that her officer, Baz, ~~will~~ punish her if she were to kill a good soldier for personal reasons. The result is that she ~~treats~~ him like others in front of witnesses; but she ~~gives~~ him the hardest and most humiliating assignments~~, and he knows~~ she secretly ~~would love~~ to see him fail so she ~~can~~ drum him out – or better yet, kill him given sufficient cause. He ~~has~~ seen her fight – it is not at all clear who would win that contest.		Firstly, there was Dô-zah’ûkû, the hulking female orc who commanded Gunnar’s unit. It was obvious from day one that she hated Gunnar; but to be fair, she hated everyone else in the unit only slightly less; and furthermore, she knew that her officer, Baz, would punish her if she were to kill a good soldier for personal reasons. The result is that she treated him like others at least in front of witnesses; but she also gave him the hardest and most humiliating assignments. He knew she secretly wanted to see him fail so she could drum him out – or better yet, kill him given sufficient cause. He had seen her fight – it is not at all clear who would win that contest.

	Dô, as the troops sometimes call her, is held in check primarily by Baz Lemshi, her commanding officer. A Lieutenant in the Iron Guard over her unit and others, Baz is brutal and evil ~~but follows~~ the laws of Blackport and the Iron Guard~~. But~~ woe unto those who ~~break~~ them. Baz ~~has~~ been very hard on Gunnar as well; but unlike Dô, as Gunnar persevered through the trials, Baz showed a grudging respect from him and his abilities – not enough to dependably save him in a full-out conflict with Dô, but enough that he ~~doesn’t~~ feel like ~~he’s~~ walking on eggshells constantly anymore.		Dô, as the troops sometimes call her, was held in check primarily by Baz Lemshi, her commanding officer. A Lieutenant in the Iron Guard over her unit and others, Baz was a brutal and evil human man. But, he followed the laws of Blackport and the Iron Guard; woe unto those who broke them, however. Baz had been very hard on Gunnar as well; but unlike Dô, as Gunnar persevered through the trials, Baz showed a grudging respect from him and his abilities – not enough to dependably save him in a full-out conflict with Dô, but enough that he didn't feel like he was walking on eggshells constantly anymore.

	At the top of the chain within the Iron Guard is Lady Sirkku. Commander of the Iron Guard and personal bodyguard of The Sovereign. Gunnar remembers the first time he saw her exit from The Spire for an inspection of the Iron Guard troops arrayed out in their units in The Iron City. Fully seventeen feet tall, Lady Sirkku was a statuesque and ~~beautiful~~ fire giant~~, her~~ body powerful and majestic, her dark face both alluring and frightening. Her long flaming red hair was woven into braids that hung down over her black-steel armor.		At the top of the chain within the Iron Guard was Lady Sirkku, High Commander of the Iron Guard and personal bodyguard of The Sovereign. Gunnar remembers the first time he saw her exit from The Spire for an inspection of the Iron Guard troops arrayed out in their units in The Iron City. Fully seventeen feet tall, Lady Sirkku was a statuesque, beautiful, and terrifying to behold fire giant. Her body was powerful, bewitching, and majestic; her dark face both alluring and frightening at the same time. Her long flaming red hair was woven into braids that hung down over her black-steel armor as her long legs closed the distance to the assembled troops in three steps.

	Gunnar came very close to soiling himself. He is the only Dwarf among the thousand or so troops of the Iron Guard arrayed out on the brown grass of the Iron City courtyard.		Gunnar came very close to soiling himself. He was the only Dwarf among the thousand or so troops of the Iron Guard arrayed out on the brown grass of the Iron City courtyard.

	This ancestral enemy he had only heard of in stories – and those stories were horror stories, typically. ~~He swallowed and mentally went through all the things he had left undone if this might be his last moments on earth.~~		This was an ancestral enemy he had only heard of in stories – and those stories were horror stories, typically.

	~~When she reaches him, she stops. The huge, black-iron clad boots stood before him,~~ his ~~head not even reaching her knee~~.		He swallowed and mentally went through all the things he had left undone if this might be his last moments on earth.

	~~He looked forward~~, ~~not daring to break his form~~. ~~He could feel~~ her ~~staring at him with burning eyes~~.		When she reached him, she stopped. The huge, black-iron clad boots stood before him, his head not even reaching her knee.

	~~And then~~, ~~miraculously~~, ~~she moved~~ on.		He stared forward, sweating, not daring to break his form. He could feel her eyes burning down on him with heat like molten iron.

	~~He later learns that despite her race, she is cold and calculating most of the time. But since~~ then, ~~has seen her in battle at least once – seen her release the burning rage and passion inside her~~, ~~to the downfall of all that stand in her way~~, ~~her burning black great sword leaving piles of cauterized corpses in its wake~~.		And then, miraculously, she moved on, saying nothing.

	He ~~has been inspected several times since~~. She ~~has said nothing to him~~, ~~done nothing~~ to ~~him, nor instructed~~ anything ~~to be done to him, at least as far as he knows~~. ~~And despite his ancestral feelings for giants~~, ~~it is obvious that he should do everything~~ in ~~his power to stay on her good side~~.		He later learned that despite her race, she was cold and calculating most of the time. But he also saw her in battle once, when the giant-kin started a riot in The Maw. She released the burning rage and passion inside her, to the downfall of anything that stood in her way. Her burning black great sword swept all before her, leaving piles of cauterized corpses in its wake.

	~~Of the rest of the power-structure of Blackport, he~~ has ~~learned only a little: there is the Jester, of course – Head of the Shadowatch~~. ~~Gunnar knows very little about~~ him ~~and doesn’t want~~ to ~~– from what little he has seen~~, ~~the man is completely insane~~, ~~psychotic~~, ~~and fanatically devoted~~ to ~~the Sovereign~~.		He has been through several inspections since then. She has said nothing to him, done nothing to him, nor instructed anything to be done to him, at least as far as he knows. Despite his own ancestral feelings for giants, he obviously needed to do everything in his power to stay on her good side.

	Gunnar has laid eyes on the Sovereign himself at least once. The Lord of Blackport is, from all appearances, an extremely well-conditioned human male, reputed to be master of physical combat as well as the arcane arts. He is accompanied by Sirkku at all times unless in his inner sanctum – and sometimes even then, the rumors ~~say~~. Stories abound that Lady Sirkku is more than the Sovereign’s bodyguard – how such a pairing would work is beyond Gunnar’s mental abilities to visualize, however.		Of the rest of the power-structure of Blackport, he has learned only a little: there is the Jester, of course – Head of the Shadowatch. Gunnar knows very little about him and doesn’t wantto; from what little he has seen, the man is completely insane, psychotic, and fanatically devoted to the Sovereign.

			Gunnar has laid eyes on the Sovereign himself at least once. The supreme Lord of Blackport is, from all appearances, an extremely well-conditioned human male, reputed to be master of physical combat as well as the arcane arts. He is accompanied by Sirkku at all times unless in his inner sanctum – and sometimes even then, if the rumors are true. Stories abound that Lady Sirkku is more than the Sovereign’s bodyguard – how such a pairing would work is beyond Gunnar’s mental abilities to visualize, however.

	There are other power brokers in the city that Gunnar only knows the names of, but has had no personal interactions with or observations of: Daban Sandha, Commander of the Pirate Navies who rule the seas beyond Blackport’s harbor; Aradus Cormier II, Commander of the inept, incompetent, and corrupt Wardens who serve as the city watch outside of the Iron City; and the mysterious and sinister Sakarbaal, archmage and Head of the Council of the Black Codex.		There are other power brokers in the city that Gunnar only knows the names of, but has had no personal interactions with or observations of: Daban Sandha, Commander of the Pirate Navies who rule the seas beyond Blackport’s harbor; Aradus Cormier II, Commander of the inept, incompetent, and corrupt Wardens who serve as the city watch outside of the Iron City; and the mysterious and sinister Sakarbaal, archmage and Head of the Council of the Black Codex.

	There are also the Generals of the Armies of Blackport: General Sepp a fierce human Baku warrior, who even as he ages has a reputation for being a match for four or more skilled warriors. He and his army have been barracked in Blackport for some time now – more than the normal rotation between the ~~Cities~~ two armies. The reasons for this are unclear.		There are also the Generals of the Armies of Blackport: General Sepp a fierce human Baku warrior, who even as he ages has a reputation for being a match for four or more skilled warriors. He and his army have been barracked in Blackport for some time now – more than the normal rotation between the city's two armies. The reasons for this are unclear.

	And General Dayir Dark Wolf, a huge, powerful human male warrior from one of the northern Vulkul tribes. Younger than Sepp, he was originally a captured slave who did well in the Arena and graduated into the army, where he has been a loyal soldier since.		And General Dayir Dark Wolf, a huge, powerful human male warrior from one of the northern Vulkul tribes. Younger than Sepp, he was originally a captured slave who did well in the Arena and graduated into the army, where he has been a loyal soldier since.

	There is no love lost between ~~him and General Sepp, although~~ they are both professional soldiers and don’t let their personal animosity boil over into affairs of state. The Sovereign has kept Dark Wolf – and his army – out of Blackport on patrol a great deal of late, which has also generated many rumors.		There is no love lost between the two Generals - though they are both professional soldiers and don’t let their personal animosity boil over into affairs of state. The Sovereign has kept Dark Wolf – and his army – out of Blackport on patrol a great deal of late, which has also generated many rumors.

			The relationship between the Iron Guard, led by Lady Sirkku, and the Armies of Blackport, led by the Generals, is – as most things in Blackport are – both clearly defined and tense at the same time. The Iron Guard is pre-eminent within the walls of Blackport City, and in particular they are the absolute authority within the Iron City; outside the walls of the City, the armies of Blackport – led by the Generals, have purview and dominion, in the name of the Sovereign. Nevertheless, there are tensions between the organizations – General Sepp, for example, keeps a retinue of regular army soldiers inside the Iron City as his family’s bodyguards, for example, to the irritation of Lady Sirkku.

			Thus, it was a great surprise to Gunnar when Baz called him to report for a new assignment: he was being sent to General Sepp to serve as a bodyguard for the daughter of the General’s consort.

			Gunnar blinked.

	~~The relationship between~~ the ~~Iron Guard, led by Lady Sirkku, and~~ the ~~Armies of Blackport, led by the Generals, is – as most things in Blackport are – both clearly defined and tense at the same time. The Iron Guard is pre~~-eminent within the walls of Blackport City, and in particular they are the absolute authority within the Iron City; outside the walls of the City, the armies of Blackport – led by the Generals, have purview and dominion, in the name of the Sovereign. Nevertheless, there are tensions between the organizations – General Sepp, for example, keeps a retinue of regular army soldiers inside the Iron City as his family’s bodyguards, for example, to the annoyance and irritation of Lady Sirkku.		''Had the man the brain-worms? Surely he was joking.''

	~~Thus, it was a great surprise to Gunnar when Baz called him to report for a new assignment – he was being sent to General Sepp to serve as a bodyguard for the daughter of the General’s consort~~.		He wasn't.
	~~Gunnar blinked. Had the man the brain-worms?~~

	Then: Dô. Somehow, Dô had managed this. She was trying to get him killed. Or at least ruin him.		Then: ''Dô. Somehow, Dô had managed this. She was trying to get him killed. Or at least ruin him.''

	Feelings rose in him. Feelings he had not had since leaving the üdhrm.		Feelings rose in him. Feelings he had not had since leaving the üdhrm.

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	Remain in the üdhrm, carrying the stain of his dishonor with him. This would impact his entire family – a stain on his father Gynhr’s otherwise spotless record; a similar mark on his mother Afalüd’s status in the court of Lord Ïkôn; implications to Asï’s rank and future in the Merchant Cadre; Ebôv’s chances for promotion and glory; even Üza’s marriage proposal would potentially be in jeopardy.		Remain in the üdhrm, carrying the stain of his dishonor with him. This would impact his entire family – a stain on his father Gynhr’s otherwise spotless record; a similar mark on his mother Afalüd’s status in the court of Lord Ïkôn; implications to Asï’s rank and future in the Merchant Cadre; Ebôv’s chances for promotion and glory; even Üza’s marriage proposal would potentially be in jeopardy.
	Or, gulag. Exile from the üdhrm, carrying the stain of his dishonor away from his family, the House, and the Clan.
			Or, gulag.

			Exile from the üdhrm, carrying the stain of his dishonor away from his family, the House, and the Clan.

	It was an easy choice.		It was an easy choice.

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	The journey to Blackport was short. But it was extremely dangerous. Triply so for a lone dwarf.		The journey to Blackport was short. But it was extremely dangerous. Triply so for a lone dwarf.

	The entire place was swarming with ancestral enemies. And even those who ~~didn’t~~ – humans, halflings, gnomes and the like – could not be trusted on this side of the Iron Mountains. He had heard plenty of stories of these lands, starting from when he was but a child and up through the war stories of his unit in the alehouses of the üdhrm.		The entire place was swarming with ancestral enemies. And even those who weren't – humans, halflings, gnomes and the like – could not be trusted on this side of the Iron Mountains. He had heard plenty of stories of these lands, starting from when he was but a child and up through the war stories of his unit in the alehouses of the üdhrm.

	He made it. The few things he encountered did not. But he was lucky.		He made it. The few things he encountered did not. But he was lucky.

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	Unfortunately for them, the dwarves could see at least as well.		Unfortunately for them, the dwarves could see at least as well.

	From behind a patch of thorny bushes the myrmidon observed the orcs. Four young braves with shortbows and obsidian tipped spears. A scarred orc with a longbow and a human made longsword, ~~clarly~~ a trophy from some battle. Clearly the leader of the party, and the most dangerous of the orcs.		From behind a patch of thorny bushes the myrmidon observed the orcs. Four young braves with shortbows and obsidian tipped spears. A scarred orc with a longbow and a human made longsword, clearly a trophy from some battle. Clearly the leader of the party, and the most dangerous of the orcs.

	The young noble beside him gasped as he laid eyes on the final figure, dozing a few feet away from the orcs. A towering, muscular brute with numerous scars, wearing only a loincloth, and a crude wooden but fire-hardened club beside him, so massive that even its gigantic owner needed both hands to wield it.		The young noble beside him gasped as he laid eyes on the final figure, dozing a few feet away from the orcs. A towering, muscular brute with numerous scars, wearing only a loincloth, and a crude wooden but fire-hardened club beside him, so massive that even its gigantic owner needed both hands to wield it.

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	In the darkest of night, a hidden sally gate by the massive Great East Gate of Fhÿldrmüdhrm opened and two figures walked out. One was a young dwarven noble in magnificent custom made plate armor. Another was a grim looking myrmidon whose armor was just like he himself was - combat tested and brutally functional.		In the darkest of night, a hidden sally gate by the massive Great East Gate of Fhÿldrmüdhrm opened and two figures walked out. One was a young dwarven noble in magnificent custom made plate armor. Another was a grim looking myrmidon whose armor was just like he himself was - combat tested and brutally functional.

	The humanoid tribes living to the east of the dwarven halls were no threat to Fhÿldrmüdhrm's fortifications but were a constant nuisance to any missions the dwarves did on or through the lands. An occasional culling reminded the humanoids to keep their distance. And ~~proved~~ an opportunity for young dwarven warriors to test their mettle in real combat. The noble was naturally accompanied by a myrmidon to make sure he returned from his first battle.		The humanoid tribes living to the east of the dwarven halls were no threat to Fhÿldrmüdhrm's fortifications but were a constant nuisance to any missions the dwarves did on or through the lands. An occasional culling reminded the humanoids to keep their distance. And provided an opportunity for young dwarven warriors to test their mettle in real combat. The noble was naturally accompanied by a myrmidon to make sure he returned from his first battle.

	The young man held the haft of his axe, looking eager for combat - too eager, thought the myrmidon. "There are two rules you must follow," the elite warrior said. "You will do as I say, and not leave my side." The noble nodded earnestly.		The young man held the haft of his axe, looking eager for combat - too eager, thought the myrmidon. "There are two rules you must follow," the elite warrior said. "You will do as I say, and not leave my side." The noble nodded earnestly.

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