A one-shot played using With Sword Heavy in Hand (part of the The Ultimate Micro-RPG Book: 40 Fast, Easy, and Fun Tabletop Games). This post is published under the CC-BY-SA-4.0 licence.
Questions
What is your name?
Hilde Ironhand.
What is the significance of the sword you carry?
It's an axe.
What personal stake do you have in this mission?
It's a matter of family honour.
Why do you still care for your former companion?
I helped to raise him.
What is their name?
Grim Ironhand.
What relationship do you have with them?
He is my younger brother.
Why did your relationship break apart?
I fell in love with an elf and Grim felt it was a betrayal.
Why must they be stopped?
He is travelling to the highest altar of the forge gods to ask them to raise a mountain range between the dwarven homelands and the elven forests.
"Letters"
As I stood on the edge of a cliff face I remembered a moment of betrayal. I came to you overjoyed with news of my success in battle against an evil wizard. Along the way I found a love that I never thought I could have known. As soon as you heard the name of my love I saw your heart harden against me, against us.
As I walked the streets of a city long abandoned to shadows I remembered a moment of openness. I shouldn't have come there, we are forbidden from returning to the oldest city. As children we dared each other to come here one day and you confided in me your fear, which I shared. Following you now we have both passed this way.
As I crossed a valley of ever-blooming flowers I remembered that followed my revelation. The peace of the valley unsettled me. The beauty and serenity reminded me of my love and made my axe feel heavy. I steeled myself and continued.
As I walked through a forest showering leaves like rain I remembered the promise I made to my love. The green and loamy scents reminded me of the elven forests and the memories of my love brought me some comfort.
As I trekked across a desert glittering under the sun I remembered the initial pang of fear I felt before I told you. I pushed the fear aside, sure that our bond would endure anything. I still believe that, and so I follow you.
As I walked the banks of a lake reflecting moonlight I remembered the stories of the sanctuary of the forge gods. I knew this was a safe and sacred place and took a measure of solace in knowing that I would be among the gods of our people.
When I arrived at the high altar I found you finishing your ablutions to purify yourself for prayer. I felt anger and pity in equal measure. Anger that you would bring your bigotry here to this sacred place. Pity that you couldn't see the purity of my love. I shared with you my memories of how we played as children and feared the oldest city. We have shared fears and then overcome them, so could we not overcome this conflict too?
I cannot raise my axe. I lower it, open my arms, and welcome my brother into my embrace.