A Trial Of Courage

[Fimlin 1997]

Fimlin sits in his chair as the younger lads gather around him, stroking his beard as he waits for the last to seat himself

 

 

 

The lads gathered about are:

 

Heus Grandaxe [spartanred]

Dargrind Grandaxe [lojo613]

Sarco Grandaxe [brolz]

Kip Grandaxe [brolz_2]

Magnus Grandaxe [sugarbritches1]

Thorik Grandaxe II [shadowking17]

Kailon Grandaxe [Hellsbane]

Argoth Grandaxe [Mangoho]

Dzadi Grandaxe [Juno_Ax]

 

"Now lads, ye 'ave proven dat ye be 'ere ta stay within da Kingdom, n' so, ye are all readeh ta do ye first trial, ta Trial of Courage."
 

Fimlin pauses for a moment, looking at the eager expressions of the lads about him

 

"Deir be a large pack of viscous wolves up in de North, it be yer task ta put n' end to deir reign."

 

"ye will beh supplied weapons if need be, but nae armor will beh supplied, dis be a trial of courage! nawt ah trial of armor."

 

"ah will be accomp'n ye lads ta guide ye to da spot w'ere ah believe dey be 'hide'n, as will othah clanmates, but only ye lot will do te' foit'n."

 

"Ye will meet me n' da othah clanmates in de Mountain District w'en yer ready."

 

 

((This event will be at 5:30 EST/ 10:30 GMT/ 3:30 PST TOMARROW))

 

((Only Grandaxes know about this rply, and so no random dwarves of other clans will show up cause they do not know about this.))

[Knighty 18]

*Kailon walked briskly back to his quarters as soon as Fimlin had finished. A mere seconds after he walked through his sturdy iron door, he began to rummage through various chests of clutter until he finally pulled out a slightly worn whetstone.

 

*A faint sound of sharpening metal eminated from the room, as the young forest dwarf began to sharpen his battle-axe til until it glinted brightly in the torchlight*.

 

((I'll be there).

[Luchian 214]

Tis' is good, Hodor will beh dere an' oversee et.

[Heero 4092]

Meanwhile in whatever Grandaxe establishment has been erected within the realm of Thales, the rather short yet plump Beardling Dunwall locks himself in the clan’s cooking pantry. Refusing once more to embark on the clan’s passage of maturity.

[ThumperJack 927]

Norik chuckles hearing this, then goes to get his axe ready, ask Dhaunae if she would like to come, then get her a weapon. Then teach her how to use said weapon, then point at whoever told her some certain words and say "Sick em". Then would go to the clan hall with her. "'untin soon! Lets show Fimlin 'ow ye can beh ah wortheh Grandaxe! Show em wots fer, eh?"

 

Norik then snaps out of his daydream, and goes off to make the dream happen. Especially the 'sick em' one.

[YouKnowItsJuno 269]

Dzadi pulls on her worn leather boots, sitting on a rock outside. Beside her is no gear, no weapon, no companion. Alone, she sat and thought, meditating on the task at hand. She and her fellow beardlings were off to go and kill a mass of wolves. She was scared, yes, but her desire to prove herself to her clan was greater than that fear.

 

And with a grin, she tied her hair back and stood up, ready to go.

[Luchian 214]

Unlocks the door to the room Dunwall is hiding inn, and starts to drag the young lad out of the room saying "Ye loittle shoite, tis' toime yer graduating!"

[Fimlin 1997]

Out of those lads, these ones came

Adla Grandaxe [Otisdiver]

Dargrind Grandaxe [lojo613]

Sarco Grandaxe [brolz]

Magnus Grandaxe [sugarbritches1]

Kailon Grandaxe [Hellsbane]

Dzadi Grandaxe [Juno_Ax]

Out of them, this many completed it

Adla Grandaxe [Otisdiver]

Sarco Grandaxe [brolz]

Magnus Grandaxe [sugarbritches1]

Kailon Grandaxe [Hellsbane]

Dzadi Grandaxe [Juno_Ax]

 

Adla Grandaxe [Otisdiver]

Heus Grandaxe [spartanred]

Dargrind Grandaxe [lojo613]

Sarco Grandaxe [brolz]

Kip Grandaxe [brolz_2]

Magnus Grandaxe [sugarbritches1]

Thorik Grandaxe II [shadowking17]

Kailon Grandaxe [Hellsbane]

Argoth Grandaxe [Mangoho]

Dzadi Grandaxe [Juno_Ax]

[Mucky 443]

"Olahv 'ad tu beet teh shoite inta 'un uf yer Dworves. 'Parentleh teh trail fokin wurked, teh lad ahd plenteh uf coorage cussin Olahv! Paha, buh Olahv smash'es 'es 'ead en untu teh dueel. Yer tehn yer pofetic 'Grand'axees, dat dey may 'ave 'coorage' nuw, buh dey stihl dunnae 'ave teh strengh tu foigh' fokin pussehs." 

 

Olaf spits, then continues.

 

"Ah'n if dey ac' up ageen... Oh' gawd, yeh bettah 'ope yer der tu pik ahp 'es remeens!"

 

Olaf walks off, finishing his rant. Mumbling about how the Grandaxes are supposedly full of courage, then begins to laugh loudly.

[Glyc 234]

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