~=~ A Dwarf Meets His Untimely End ~=~

[Soggy365 162]

  Aldal whistled a merry tune as his cart rolled down the cobbles. To his left, there stretched an immense river, tossing and turning with magnificent power. He admired the river quietly, but knew that his son, to his right, was waiting for a chance to speak. He turned to face Uldul, his blue eyes examining his son's.

 

 "Uldul, mah son. Somethin' bothers yeh. Whut is it?"

 

   Uldul glanced in his father's direction, before returning his eyes to the road. He lowered his voice and began to speak.

 

 "Father, why aren't yeh importan' loike deh other dwarves? Why aren't yeh a councillor, ehr a Lord, ehr deh King?"

 

   Aldal grinned, shaking his head as he stared into the distance ahead of the cart.

 

"Ah wus importan' once son. If yeh'll believe meh, ah wus deh 'Igh Prophet.  Ah wus alsuh deh 'igh Remembrancer, Clan Father  an' deh Gran' Adviser. Ah wus deh last Jarl o' Vaerhaven."

 

   Uldul's features lit up, his eyes sparkling as he returned his gaze to his father.

 

"Whut made yeh give eht up?"

 

"Toime," Aldal replied sadly. "These jobs reqoire toime. An' Urguan 'as moved on. There are new dwarves teh replace old 'un's, an' mah toime is o'er. 'Tis toime teh give deh young'uns a chance."

 

  Suddenly, the jangling of armor brought both father and son to their senses. There was the sound of a sword being drawn, and then of wood splintering. Aldal and Uldul were thrown forward as their cart was pulled violently onto the cobble road.

 Aldal looked up. The road was no longer visible. Dust rose everywhere in a thick, brown carpet. He heard the grunts of his son somewhere to his left, and the jangling of armor once again. In an instant, a masked and armored man had strode up to him. Aldal jumped to his feet, but he wasn't quick enough to draw his axe.

 

"Your money, or your life," the bandit said in typical bandit fashion.

 

"Ah'll beh keepin'  mah loife thanks," Aldal replied cooly, "An yeh're nae gittin' yehr filtheh 'ands on mah moneh."

 

  The dust had begun to rise, and Aldal saw that he was hopelessly outnumbered. Four bandits in all, all armored, all with weapons. He smiled; despite the numbers, he had taken on bigger challenges than this.

  One bandit lunged forward, attempting to stab Aldal. Aldal dodged to the right, the knife pinning itself to the remains of the cart. With a shove, the furious dwarf sent the bandit toppling backwards. The man landed on his ally's outstretched sword, and with a splash, they both tumbled into the river.

 

"Two down, two tehr guh," Aldal growled, taking his chance to draw his axe.

 

 With a roar, the dwarf rammed his axe into one bandit's knees, bringing him to the ground. Withdrawing the axe, Aldal saw his chance, and beheaded him. However, he had not noticed the arrow gliding silently towards him.

 Aldal stared down at the arrow protruding from his chest. 

 

"Whut in Yemekar's name," he gasped.

 

  Drawing himself to full height, and ignoring the burning pain in his core, Aldal dashed forward. The fourth bandit was nowhere to be seen. There was the momentary sound of whistling air, and once again, an arrow pierced Aldal's chest. He collapsed in the wreckage of his cart, watching with clouded vision as his son freed himself from the spurs of one of the cart's wheels and crawled towards him.

 

"Father," Uldul whispered in a tear-strangled voice.

 

"Uldul," Aldal said sadly, gritting his teeth. "Yeh mus' return teh Urguan one day, an' do meh proud. Ah mus' guh an' join Igor, Dreek, Indago an' Kjell in deh 'alls o' Khaz'A'Dentruum."

 

 With that, Aldal breathed his last, his eyes glazing over.

 

(( As you all know, I've been very inactive lately. I just don't have the time to get on the server anymore. I can't begin to describe the amazing times you've all given me over the past... well, nearly a year now anyways. I'm not going to go through the credits that usually accompany these posts; there's just too many great people to thank. I've tried and failed to leave once, but this time I won't be returning. Not for a long time atleast. Maybe in a couple months I'll return as Uldul for a while, and see how 4.0 is coming along. I'm keeping this brief, because there are far too many details to go into. With that, dwarves of Urguan, I'll give you my farewell. Thank you so much for the brilliant experience you've given me on the server. 

                                                                                                                    -Soggy365/Aldal  ))

[Greener 687]

Odin hears about the news of his uncle's death

 

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! W'y yemekar w'y! 

 

Odin sniffles as a tear rolls down his cheeck and he motions for a few Irehearts to come over

 

"Weh must giv 'im a true funeral lads, we must get 'is body and place 'im on da sledge and thruw 'im ov da mountain wif all 'is gems, tis beh da proper Ireheart funeral! May Dungrimm bless ye and guide yer in da afterloife uncle."

 

Odin then heads back to his Clan Hall to recover from the grief of a father figure to him

 

[JVQ 1719]

"RIP in peace" Chants Vorstag signalling his respect and hugging Odin

 

[MongolKhan 255]

Upon hearing the death of a friend, he takes the time to bow his head in remembrance for Aldal, he mutters softly to himself "Ye' old bastard...thought it would be me first" he presses a fist to his chest "May ye' gods grant ye a peaceful after loife" The old Faoláin would say.

[Fimlin 1997]

Fimlin shouts

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

[Lefty 1696]

Bastion sheds a soft tear for the loss of his relative

 

"'e's wit' mah fatha', uncle n' gran'fatha' now, 'e'll beh watchin' ova' us...."

[Dtrik 330]

((Better bury him quickly today.))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.