Ancients Reborn[!]

[Dreek 1633]

 

 

Deep inside the recesses of Dwarven Lands, rain and hail pattered against the stone and ice ground, creating a gloomy atmosphere within the area. Deep underneath the ground however, a different scene was taking place. A clan of Cave Dwarves were milling around their clan hall, awaiting their leader to rise to the podium and give them his final message. As they looked around, they truly took in their new home, noticing the Thanium stained walls, the hearty lava river running across the hall, and most importantly, the desecrated Dwarven-Made shrines.

 

Climbing to the top of his stage, an Old Dwarf looked around at his children and kinsmen, taking in their gazes, and noticing the looks in their eyes. Clearing his throat, and giving his beard a scratch, he spoke,” Moi Kinsmen, weh have gathe’ed heer tugetheh fer da ferst toime en centurehs. Long have weh been apurt, communicatin boi pen an letteh, an long have weh fail’d tu see each oder’s fayces. Weh gatheh nooh tu rejoice en oor naymes an fayces, an weh will tayke da followin days tu recoveh frum oor journehs, tu tell uld personal storehs. Beh un yer toes howeveh, fer oor toime es fast approachin, an oor allois ar growin weareh ov waitin fer their toime tu arroive.” Stepping back from the podium, An old dwarf takes a small breath, gathering his thoughts once again,”Moi kinsmen,” he sweeps his arms out in an opening motion,”Un a mur jovial noot, tayke ah look aruund ye, see oor nooh hall. Maneh ov et’s artefacts inspoire da heretical ways ov da neweh geneh’ations, howeveh wid toime weh will breng back da truuf ov da Brafmoh’dakin.” With that said, the old dwarf steps down from his podium and slowly walks down towards his brethren, waving for them to continue their conversations from before.

 

Conversations begun to spring up around the cave, kinsmen speaking to long lost friends. However, in a back table within the inn, a group of four sat, speaking in low tones with each other. After many hours of talking, these Dwarves left the commons for their beds, except for this table of four. One by one throughout the long night, these four left, placing timed intervals in between. Unlike their kin though, they left the cave, heading up into the dark of the night. Notes were left behind by these four, allowing their kin the comfort that their leaders would return.

 

Strange events began to occur around Dwarven Lands after this secret meeting, key governmental figures were found dead or missing, along with their buildings found scorched. Dwarven scouting parties were uncovering large hideaways within the mountains, hints laying around cluing in to past residents. Fires began to plague the forests of Urguan, flaring up with great roars, and then quickly fading into just wisps of smoke. Markings and etchings began to show up on trees and rocks within the Dwarven Mountains, more and more, for seemingly random reasons did these symbols appear. The symbols portrayed rings of some sort, coupled with a message.

 

 

We Have Returned

[Dreek 1633]

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