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It had been months since the Band had left for the open sea, in search of Kleatus' homeland. Months since Zorubaash had been flung back into Zanarick's tomb, and nearly another month since the campaign to defend Venzor against the giants and the machinations of Syrdar. The Forgeborn had moved within the abbey's walls and work had begun on the new forge for the growing tribe. He wanted to make a place for his people, but he knew they would be called to wander. He hoped they would see this as a place to return, along their routes. Word had reached him that Kleatus and the Band had made landfall on the outer islands of his homeland, and he wishe

The days passed, and the two finished the plated hauberk for Gurgnir, having him try it on for fit and feel. He had beamed, stating, "Gurgnir mighty warrior! Gurgnir Tomb Breaker, revenging warrior!" Brak and Zorubaash had joined in his celebration, being sure to take note of how it moved and flexed as he, thunderously, pranced about. They knew there would need to be some adjustments, but they had indeed made a sturdy piece of armor for their ally. Next, they set to the task of shaping the dragon bone into a mighty maul for Gurgnir. They used one of the dragon's femurs, taking off the ball that fit in to the socket of the pelvis and shaving d

Zorubaash intended to stop at the forge and let Mazoga know that he had returned, but as he neared the camp, one of his warriors ran out to meet him. The warrior saluted, breathing heavily, and Zorubaash returned the salute, asking, "What is it, my warrior?" The warrior replied, "It is the Forgemaster, my Chief. The birthing..." Zorubaash didn't wait for him to finish. He took off at a full sprint toward Mazoga's tent, the warrior keeping pace behind him. As he darted through the camp, he could see his people outside their tents, waiting. A small crowd had gathered around the Forgemaster's tent and barely had time to step aside, as their chie