Learning To Fly
Growing up as one of the Wee Free Men, what you Bigjobs call Dwarves, you quickly learn that while we are gravityâ€™s bitch. This is true since we always fall farther than any o the overgrown races, usually about 3 feet further. To compensate, we have learned tae bounce a bit. As I found my affinity for heavy armor and swinging around pointy bits, I also yearned tae fly through the air without a catapult. (which is undignified by the way) I started by jumpinâ€™ off bridges and the like, and even got a famous bit or two for jumpin off the bridge near Sanctum. So I started lookin for other places to jump off of for that brief moment of flight. (ta be honest, tis really just divin, but let a scunner dream). The Tree in Gloomwood was the next target, and given the right location (with several very wrong ones) I again was noted for me flying exploits. So it was off to Scarlet Gorge and the legendary Lovers Leap. I say legendary cause no one could tell me where they were, so I experimented. For several days, travelers were startled by the sight of an armored beer keg flying into the ground around them. Finally, dented and bruised, a family member finally pointed me in the right direction, but only if I promised to â€œdo the puzzle thingy while you are up thereâ€. So puzzle thingy complete I finally killed enough harpies to take a dive off the leap, while enjoying the idea of Lovers Leap defended by hordes of harpies. So now I am an accomplished flyer, flinging meself through the air at Defiant bigjobs and whacking their jibbly bits or going medieval on their buttocks. Because I am a Wee Free Man, and I can fly.