A Fallen King

[JVQ 1719]

 

 

An eerie silence fell over the Dwarven capital, the two parties facing adjacent, to either side of the Dwarven hall. The King raised his arm, commanding his people to stand Aemiz on the stairs to the upper district. "Shield wall!" Shouted Odin, as the Legion made an Iron clad heap behind the King.

"I must do this alone." The King said softly, advancing towards Urir, his uncle. "False King!" Exclaimed the corrupted Urir "Prove yourself, you hold no right to rule these Dwarven people!" he continued. Vorstag roared as his uncle insulted him, unclipping his hammer. "Send your beast foward traitor, if I kill it, you will leave my halls. Have you a shread of honor you will accept." The deformed Urir chuckled malevolently, "Honor?". His creature advanced, the glimmering armour of Urguan attached to it's undead form.

 

 

The beast groaned, swinging it's arms side to side at the King. In response, the Dwarf King leaped upwards to the head of the beast, bring his hammer to it's skull. Successful in his attack, the disorientated beast grasped the Dwedmar, throwing him against the wall right of the two, not preventing the hammer hit.

 

Vorstag crashed against the wall, his hammer dripping with the brains of the Khorvad creature that he had just pummelled. "Kjellos!" the Ireheart growled, pulling himself up to meet the again charging creature. Swiftly he strafed, striking upwards at the Undead Minions gut, bludgeoning it to the floor.

 

Laughing in victory, Vorstag raised his hammer one last time, throwing it in to the back of the toppled creature. A cry of victory erupted from the Urguanian lines, the King making worms meat of the daemon.

Oblivious, and in his celebrations, the creature sent one last strike from it's grave and slicing the arm of the King clean off. The creature grasped his legs, pulling him in to it's jaw and devouring his legs with every passing second. 

 

And in Vorstag's last strike of will, he slammed his hammer in to the head of the Daemon, killing it instantly but dying in the process.

 

 

The weeping Dwarves charged to avenge their King, breaking the undead lines and slaying the Khorvad spawn. All surrounded the dying King, weeping and exchanging their goodbyes in his final moments. As he drew his last breath and passed on to the Halls of Khaz'o'Khentrumm

 

The Grand King was carried to the seas of Grayhaven and sailed off in to the east on a flaming boat.

 

Creds to lordbobby for pics

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

Dunrid lets one tear fall to the ground. He goes to one knee and speaks, "Meh king is dead, da Petrus king is dead. Who is next, the Rex of the uruks. They must be stopped." Dunrid draws his war horn and blows into it. He begins speaking to his brothers about the next move against the undead.

[Greener 687]

Odin returns to his home and slumps down in a corner of bedroom. He buries his face in his hands as he begins to cry. "W'y Dungrimm... 'e wus such a guuud lad. Seem us Ire'earts 'ave a curse... 'e wus a true Ire'eart and always un. Goodbye meh bruther," Odin whispers to himself. 

[Bobby123 115]

Sharr stand above the flaming boat, watching it leave, the words of his serves echoing around the walls of Grayhaven. 

[Josh3738 3137]

Lord Zahrer Irongrinder mournfully watches the boat burn, leaning heavily on his staff.

[Daisy 9730]

*An arrangement of flowers is sent from Haelun'or.*

[AIHuman 81]

Verthaik stands aloft on the pier as he gazes off at the boat, it silently floating aflame along the waters. His face stern yet hidden with grief for his lost friend and liege.

[Tirenas 677]

Uldar Irongut mutters a silent prayer as Vorstag passes away into the endless sea. 

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY0WxgSXdEE

 

"...what is a Khaz'O'Khentrumm?" asks Bael, seeking the spellchecker. "But on the other 'and, we be down another king and another 'eretic; pfft; atleast 'e lasted longer then Kjell's brat, ah'll give 'im that."

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Gundin Grandaxe salutes his corpse.

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Argis falls to his knees as he watches the boat burn, he stares blankly at the flames roaring from the ship. A single tears drops from his eye and falls to the ground "Farewell" he says quietly.

[_Smuggel 19]

Hréidmár plays on his bagpipe as the boat burns

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OO5y2O_hv3I

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

The brothers of the Daelenic Order stand iron cladded among the mourners on the beach. They let out an orderly salute to the fallen King. The men glue their gaze forward to the waters just beyond the boat in respect. Lucius mutters something under his breath "Another good King has fallen..."

[Cairn 9]

Angus Cairnfist joins the bagpipers gathered at the ceremony, watching the floating pyre sail away.

 

"'T was a guhd King, that 'un. A damn guhd Dwarf tae."

 

Sadly, he returns home to drink and toast to Vorstag's name.

[Lita 677]

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