[Morgeruat]

They smelled him before they saw him, a rancid stench that resembled nothing so much as unwashed masses, layered with the rotting flesh of dung orcs, the most hideous smelling creatures known, and there was a slightly sweet smell of oranges as well... following the putrescence was a dwarf, about 4 feet, 2 inches tall, with massively wide shoulders, and covered from head to foot in gleaming dwarven plate, decorated with thousands of metal spikes, many of which were still bloody from arena combat, even his helmet was topped by a massive spike, as were his knee and elbow joints on his armor, his beard, stuck out comically directly in front of him, tie-dyed in all the colors of the rainbow.

Looking around he stifled a laugh at the li-elf, and walked to the bar ordering some Gutshaker, the famed brew of battleragers, known for making powerful men unable to stomach the smell of alcohol, "I'll tell yeh a tale, HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA" as he realised the double meaning looking at the two tailed beings in the bar, finally composing himself, he continued *snicker* a story about great battles, and honor won hard by the axe wielding dwarves of me clan and with that he wove a great tale *snicker chuckle* about how his father and clan had liberated their town from a Red dragon, by paying it off to battle the Tarrasque, a monstrosity created by the gods to punish arrogant mortals, and when the dragon was slain, it had injured the Tarrasque enough for the legions of dwarves to finish it off, although they could not destroy it, they were able to seal the one remaining piece of it in a castle, long abandoned by a dark necromancer, with an even greater curse, it could pass on a wasting disease, more powerful than the curse of the greater mummy, upon any who ventured into the keep, the horn was encased in a block of para-elemental ice, with a direct connection to the para-elemental plane of ice so that it might never be freed. the dwarves that carried the horn in perished from the wasting disease within minutes of sealing the horn for all time, and ensuring that nothing would ever be able to free it.