The Adventures of Bofain, son of Farar

Denne fortælling blev til i 2010, da jeg deltog i Blizzard's fan fiction contest. Et af kravene var, at historien skulle finde sted i et Blizzard-miljø, altså Diablo, Warcraft eller Starcraft. Jeg valgte Warcraft med udgangspunkt i den forestående udvidelse til World of Warcraft hvor der blev introduceret nye race/class-kombinationer. Hovedpersonen er derfor min fortolkning af hvordan dværge nu kunne blive shamaner.

This tale was created in 2010 when I participated in the Blizzard fan fiction contest. One of the regulations were that the story had to take place in a Blizzard inspired environment - Diablo, Warcraft or Starcraft. I chose Warcraft, inspired by the upcoming expansion for World of Warcraft where new race/class combinations were introduced. Consequently the main character is my interpretation of how dwarves can now become shamans.


11. Preparations


The following morning Bofain wanted to share his plan with the rest, so he gathered them all and started explaining. They all listened to his tale about the visions and how the iron dwarves were gathering to the North, on the Snowdrift Plains. He told them of how they would rendezvous with Gryan Stoutmantle and fly to Frosthold. He told them of how they would meet face to face with the savage Iron dwarves on their ground. He told them of the dangers and the importance of defeating them, for if the iron dwarves remained unharmed, they would only grow stronger and return in greater numbers. Now was the time to strike. He did not, however, tell them about his elemental infusion. This was his own struggle and something he had to deal with himself, he thought.

“Well then,” Zorek started, “That’s quite a mouthful, eh?”

He spat on the ground.

“I don’t like this – I don’t like this one bit!” Brebo said. “We don’t know if this is a trap or if any of this is even true,” he squeaked, “you said this was all a vision, right?”

Brebo smelled like burnt hair. He was fond of fire. Perhaps a bit too fond, for sometimes when he got carried away, his spells would backfire, resulting in a huge fireball exploding in his hands. Neiya often joked that he had become permanently bald because of this.

“What I know is that I promised his father to go where he went and protect him, so that’s what I’m gonna do” Zorek said. “And if you want your pay, I suggest you tag along and do your job.”

“Well, I still don’t like it,” Brebo continued with discontent.

Olric gave Bofain a long look, but then he smiled and nodded.

“Let’s get this over with, so we can go home and have a pint.”

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