Of the meetings of a thin frail prick and a thick grumpy sod (Coragon Pyrdakor meets Dolgann Stormcrow)

There are countless of worlds sprinkled across the night sky, more than the grains of sand on the biggest of beaches. On one of these worlds in a blasted and destroyed forest, the slashed remains of a beast of unknown origin lay splattered across the ground. Next to the horrible mutilated corpse two men stood next to each other.
One of those men, a stern and noble warrior garbed in polished steel plate, was known by the name of Haakon Stormbrow. On another world in another time he had been a paladin of some renown, who had followed the goddess of love, Erollisi Marr. The other man was definately no human but a high elf garbed in an expensive red and gold robe of some fine garb.
Coragon Pyrdakor, as the elf was called, was, or better had been, a master of the arcane arts of summoning in some other place. Wordlessly Haakon turned and walked to the edge of the remains of the forest.
The elf followed him a bit uncertain. Not only was he on an unkown world with laws beyond his understanding, he had also agreed to join the order Haakon had told him of. Besides that Coragon was a bit worried too. To understand this, one must know that to call the relations of the high elves with other races "strained" is a bit of an understatement. One more than one sad occasion the high elves had warred with humans, dwarves, gnomes and even their brethen the wood elves.
After they had left the forest, Coragon's watchfulness grew.
On the red, grassy plains after the forest a camp had been set up that housed around 15 men. With his eyes, which were incredibly sharp compared to those of humans, Coragon noticed that everyone in this camp was human.
Or at least the people he could see. Coragon felt terribly lonely suddenly. His alertness grew with every step they took toward the camp.
While they entered it, everyone there watched the elf very closely. Coragon suddenly realized that this were men that knew secrets the wisest of sages of his race had not known.
Besides that, the setup of the camp showed that the Order had known exactly where and when the portal to the next world would open. Even though Haakon had told Coragon something about "Watching the stars and following the Old Wolf's trail closely", the elf was just awed.
When the two had reached the center of the camp, Haakon spoke to the men watching him: "This is Coragon Pyrdakor, an elf mage. He has heard Moragai's call in his heart and wants to heed it. I therefore decree him worthy and welcome him to the Order."
After those words, the elf was greeted with warm smiles from the other members of the Order.
A human giant, about 2 metres and 30 centimetres high, who wore a strong chainmail shirt and a big double-bladed axe strapped to his back, came to Coragon and gave him a hard pat on the shoulder.
Nearly going to his knees from the force of the pat, Coragon struggled to hold his balance. The giant said with a wide smile: "Greetings Coragon, now brother. Meet me, Guthwulf of the Hammers and be blessed in the Order."
Rubbing his aching shoulder, Coragon replied: "I am graced by your warm welcome, noble Guthwulf. I deem it a great honor to be welcomed to this fine brotherhood, that knows things the wisest sages of my race do not know."
Suddenly, a voice roared across the camp:

"You talk to much, Treehugger."

In the stunned silence that followed, the obviously shocked and insulted Coragon turned to face the speaker. Those few words had been a very grave insult to him, since high elves do not take it lightly when compared to their lesser brothers.
From one end of the camp came a stocky dwarf, about 1 and a half metre high and easily the same amount wide. Coragons eyes narrowed. Judging the dwarf he broke the silence in the camp and said: "At least I know the difference between a wash basin and a manure pit, dwarf", turning up his nose.
Again there was a stunned silence, then the dwarf's eyes lit up with delight and the whole camp erupted with laughter.
Guthwulf roared:"Found your master then, Dolgann". Dolgann walked to the elf and greeted him. "I'm Dolgann Stormcrow, you big thin twig. Looks like we will get along together", Dolgann said and punched Coragon in the stomach.
Struggling very hard not to show his pain and doubling over, the elf managed to keep standing straight. He replied:"I am sure we will, little one" and took a great deal of effort to gently pat the dwarf on the head.

In the years that followed, Coragon and Dolgann developed a deep and special friendship.
And even though they fought well as a team, they never left a chance to do some bickering. During the oddest circumstances, one of the two would fling a carefully created and honed insult at the other one, who would take the bait and respond in kind. After some time, the other members of the Order just called the two "The Old Married Couple".
Coragon and Dolgann even went so far to keep a score. When the two weren't bickering and sitting in the shade of a tree, each of them sipping on a mug of ale, one would ask:"Whats the score?".
The other would reply: "Three for my side", or "two for your side" and either encourage the other one to catch up or double his efforts to get even again.
The only time when they stopped their bickering was when they did battle. The reason for that was that they managed to alert a whole tribe of orcs with their bickering once. After the Order had won the ugly battle and mended it's wounds, Guthwulf promised Coragon and Dolgann to show them "A special way of using his Axe" the next time they did it again. Not wanting to anger the proud giant, the two complied.
But beside that, the quarrels of Coragon and Dolgann accompanied the Order from the serene paradise of Andaria to the hellpits of Godok and Magarth and beyond....