A Lonely Figure

[chaotikal 2392]

 

You near an ancient library, a small candle light the only light source available. A lonely figure sits, facing away from you on a large red throne. He seems to be taking a stroll through countless books, the figure, unknown to whoever would be present, closes the large book of Dwarven Lore. "We have our fate bound. Stricken by the deeds of violence. Our industry has been lost. We must go back, our paragons are only avatars of bloodshed and minuscule honor, excuses to receed into murderous behaviours. We must go back, we have lost the mountains we had so much fought for, and not the geographical location... But our cunning minds, once mountains of knowledge, have shrivelled up to a pile of mud that can only think in war and conquering, pitying that of the Human prime goal. We are now the remnants. We must go back."

 

The words resonate the hall as the Dwarf continues to study another book. "We must go back."

 

 

 

If you looked upon the Dwarf's table, you'd notice schematic after schematic of strange designs, from golems to other types of technology too complex to actually make out. They're written in a language that doesn't resemble Dwarvish, nor any other language. The Dwarf whistles to the candle as the light goes out, and before it lits up, everything you saw is gone.

 

((This wouldn't be Dormin, if y'all thinking that, his voice would be strikingly different.))

[Kardel 1054]

((Will make detailed post later))

[chaotikal 2392]

 

A small figure in a strange brass suit begins wandering the Land. He seems to be studying the environment, and he seems rather reclusive.

 

Those that saw the Dwarf on the library would most likely recognize him and his voice.

[Glyc 234]

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