To the northwest of Ethroroith lays the Hills of Distraction in the valley between two mountains. One mountain, The Invisible Horn was home to many dwarven strongholds. These forts were hidden well under the rocky surface near the core where they could still access some of the magma in the once active volcano. The other side was Mount Wall. It had been used many a time to bottle neck armies and lead them right to slaughter. But that was some time ago. Eons have passed since there had been such a war. Well on the surface world that is.<br/><br/>Now a days the hills are overgrown with brush and tall grass. Many wild mustangs roam free up and down the stretch of land. This has been known to attract many human ranchers as these strong horses were prized for many tasks. Out on the hills today there actually was such a group. A gang of five half-orcs, all of whom were riding on their own horse. From the look of things they had all ganged up on a single horsed rider. However upon a closer look showed this to be in fact a centaur. The time is the 8th hour in the morning.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Conleth</div><div class="spoiler_body">It's too late for you to go home now. After all your time imprisoned you homelands have been destroyed by the expansion of bipeds, and your people moved on. You have no idea where they had gone too. However you do know if you wish to continue you goal of black smithing, you will need ores. Ores come from the mountains. That much was obvious from your time in the forge. The steel you received to work with always came from the dwarves up on the Invisble Horn. After your escape from Ethroroith you headed up northwest to the valley between. If you could just find a nice cave, you could set up your own forge and start you new life working metal. However the open plains are proving to be very dangerous to you as you have already attracted the attention of a band of half-orcs. They are all riding in a tight arrow formation and facing right at you at a distance of 60ft.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Az'zyra</div><div class="spoiler_body">Word in the outerplanes is that Lolth's follows have come into a strike of luck. Some time ago the drow infiltrated some ancient underground city. It didn't prove all that fruitful of the time, but now it seems they are on the brink of unlocking some sort of wealth of power there. It's a well establish fact that what is good for the demons is bad for the devils. That and if this spider she witch wants what the city holds it will no doubt have value to you. Sadly you don't know where this underground city is. There exists many maps of the surface world, but the underdark is much harder to map, and teleporting anywhere with so much space occupied is a hazard to those who wish to live. Instead you opt to just teleport to the nearest unguarded entrance to the underdark. The dwarves have most of the eastern side of the Invisble Horn covered, but the valley on the western side is free of cities. Popping into the material plane with a smoke sulfur fused cloud you can see a pretty one sided conflict about to go down between some half-orc raiders and a single centaur.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Saraii Szeltune</div><div class="spoiler_body">It had been some time since your people had been tossed out of your own city by the vile dark elves, the drow. It was just a losing battle. They overwhelmed with numbers, and with your people being ageless, you had stopped reproducing eons ago. Eventually you gave up. Certain that the drow could never reach the inner sanctum of the city, what was left of your people abandoned it, and traveled to the surface. It wasn't until some years later you felt a cold shiver and a painful spike into your mind. They had done it. They had found a way. You have to return now. Your life depends on it. Your whole race of people depend on it. With this dreaded news in your mind you travel fast. Fast to the Hills of Distraction. There had been no time to gather able bodies to help, that and their material forms would have just slowed you down as you have traveled very far from home at this point. However it seems you are in luck. As you get to the hills you see a group of corporeal beings. Looks like five half-orcs, and one centaur.</div></div>