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They woke at first light to see the fox had returned and was feasting on the half eaten remains of Oryis’ kill. Oryis barely even noticed him when he picked up the carcass while Eria packed her things. She shouldered the leather bags and patted Oryis ‘neck. Today she would walk, the city wasn’t that far and her legs could use a bit of stretching of their own. They were about three quarters of the way to the city when guards began to notice them or Eria at least. Oryis’ coat blended in with the environment easily and could not be seen from afar even with his immense size and giant teeth that were sunk into the flesh of

It had been three months since she left the Arkine Desert when she came upon a sight she had only heard of in stories from traveling merchants of the north. A lone mountain pierced the sky like a rose’s thorn piercing delicate skin greeted her eyes from her rocky perch. The Lonely Mountain as it was called. A home to dwarves of the north it was said. Well, she’ll be the judge of that. Her name was Eria Orenda Speartooth and she was a dwarf of the south, she had sand blond hair braided with golden beads and brightly coloured feathers, chocolate brown eyes, an elegant nose and full rosy lips and no beard; like her mother. Eria was

Daughter of a Southern King Two dire wolves crouched outside the open gates of Erebor peering in, one white one black but both large and fearsome in battle and loyalty. Strapped upon their backs were odd leather saddles, one man stood with them, his skin like copper and his hair straight and black. The white dire looked to the south toward the ruins of dale whimpering softly before gazing back inside, the ears of the black dire twitched for their perked position. Inside though was what they were focused on, a tawny figure slinking amongst the blackened halls of the once beautiful halls of Erebor. The smell of smoke and burnt flesh was pollu