Noise

[Goldrim 1422]

 

 

Hodir would lay between the tall grass, gazing up to the stars in awe and wonder as he’d open his mouth, inhaling the cold air as it would settle on his lungs. His ember eyes dart about, a daft sizzle runs through his eardrums in a infinite loop as fireflies would illuminate the darkest corners of the forest. “Fock.” the Doomforge says as he exhales, with a weary sigh he raises his left hand and waves it before his eyes, squinting he’d grind his teeth in anger, balling his hand into a fist and waving it in anger at the skies. “Curse me damned eyes..” he proclaims, frustrated with his increasingly bad eyesight, the fiery glow in his iris slowly fading with each passing year.

Would this Warrior become a veteran, to become old and brittle until there’s nothing left but dust for the wind to carry over the seas. “Nae’.” Hodir says, the Kathiik hammer on his forehead glows in thundering passion.

Hodir would kneel beside a pond, his eyes widen at the sight of a twisted mirage of himself lurking across the surface of the water, with a sour look on his face he’d slam down his fist into the waters below, the surface tension quickly shattering the wicked sight. He cups his hands and splashes his face with the cool water, he’d dry himself with a dirty rag and tie his unkempt hair into a bun, he’d then hop on his Ram, slowly wading through the foliage as he makes his way home, slowly, but steadily.

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol walks through the Doomforged Hall, before stopping and staring at The Doom Forge itself. Getting an odd feeling, he walks over to it, brushing his hand across the surface "If onleh 'odir an' Iban coul' see meh now.."

 

Demagol pulls up a chair beside the Doom Forge, putting his notes on top of it, and continuing his studies.

[James 425]

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