A Paragon's Reflections

[Goldrim 1422]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaWeCNBaDlc

 

Two hundred years it had taken... Two hundred years for a small rift to present itself, a single gash in the realm of the Betrayer. Yet not even within mere moments had it formed into a full fledged portal, its thick gleam radiating out across the lands of Athera. A portal of such size and power, not having been known since the days of old, when those that tore open from the realm of the damned were sealed forevermore. Nightmares, visions and whispers of his past... They had haunted him to the very day since being reunited with his kin. Dreams of what had been and what had yet to come. With a sound resembling that of a wind chime ringing forth from the mountains, he awoke in his bed, heavy beads of sweat running down his forehead. He had sensed a warning, an alert that something was to come. A signal of anticipation that an attack was impending from the beasts that had plagued his nightmares.

 

 

A Paragon in the eyes of his people; yet nothing but a broken and decrepit mind to himself. As he wandered past a pond, his gaze broke through its shimmering surface, only to see it staring back at him, a twisted visage of his own reflection, forever cursed for his actions that had saved many. Yet actions that had served to shatter his mind, warping his soul and molding his very being into something he was not. In a way, he grew through this suffering, shaped from the fiery depths of the Nether into something greater. His senses sharpened, his strength and fortitude developed vastly beyond anything he had ever known of in another mortal, he stood taller than ever before. Yet much of this power, he drew upon from the Axe of Krug, the very same he had cast into the nexus on that fateful day, many moons ago.

 

 

The nightmares were endless. Towering pillars of death and destruction stood before him, dwarves falling to his left and right as they tried in vain to fight back against the onslaught. Screaming and pleading for help, all Urir could do was fall to his knees, as he gripped hold of his head in pain, begging only for it all to end. Yet it was not his strength, courage or stamina that held him back, but only his willpower to survive. The willpower that had driven him to battle through the spawn of the Nether and thus save the mortals of Aegis from their impending fate. The willpower that had led him to survive so many years alone.

 

 

And there, despite everything, the very worst of his nightmares still remained... For the Betrayer yet lived and as he came, the world would crumble, and the skies darken, as a reign of shadow tore down from above. Urir looked up into the face of the hulking beast as it towered above him. His bushy beard and hair flowing in the high currents of wind circulating around him, as he would whisper to himself.

 

“Am I goin’ mad?”

 

 

Much thanks to Zezimus for helping me with this post, and thank you to anybody that has helped me with events and lore the past few days.

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

((tl;dr urir is doomguy?

 

p.s. 8/8 gr8 read))

[JVQ 1719]

Slightly aware of Urir's troubles, Vorstag will soon

aid him in the battle against his own mind.

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol is amazed that his grandfather is back, hoping Hodir and Iban get a chance to see him.

[Galendar 631]

((This is one of the few posts I've read that my jaw slightly dropped. This was amazing Goldrim. Music, writing, and pictures were all spot on. Please make more to keep us updated.))
 

Agor snaps a quick salute to the old dwarf, continuing on about his duties.

[Samson Option 9652]

((There is a reason why I respected you and Kahzo and wanted to have ya'll on board to help me with the Antags and I'm seeing it now. This aint cliche, this is legit. This is fiction at its finest.))

 

[Heff 2460]

Fumble still thinks that the returned beard'un is actually Iblees in disguise, as he proclaimed upon his return.

[Demotheus 651]

((Where do you people get all these beautiful pictures that fit your RP post neigh perfectly?))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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