An Ending

[Josh3738 3137]

 

Zahrer paced slowly around his room, the light from the fire casting an illuminating glow on the features of the room. The books rested on the dusty shelf as they always had and unused, metal place settings reflected the light on the table. All was silent as he walked, thoughts of the future and hope flitting through his mind trying to stifle the panic that was quickly growing within him. Turning to the fire he quickly walked to the couch and sat before it, a stack of letters in his hand. Without thought he burned them one by one, a dark fear slowly growing in him as he sat alone, gazing into the fire.

 

In the darkness of his mind his thoughts turned to the past. Visions of ages past and deeds spoken in hushed admiration danced before his eyes in the flames. The gleaming halls of Kal'Azgoth finally settled themselves in his memory as he watched. Dwarves of all kinds walked together through the halls in large groups towards the throne room. The vision turned, beginning to follow as if he were a part of the congregation. Without warning the vision shifted to the new capital of the Dwedmar, Kal'Karaad. The growing kingdom flashed briefly before a great battle spread out in the image before him. Dwarves fell on either side and in the midst he saw himself screaming for soldiers to rally and for peace to be met. And with teary eyes he watches a bolt embed itself in his chest and the Crown of Urguan rolling across the bloodstained grass.

 

A knock came at his door and the stifled call of the guard notified him of meeting that was to take place soon. He remained silent until the guard marched off before standing slowly. Taking one more glance at the fire he turned and began making his way to the door.

 

 

 

The throne room was silent after his orders were given. Irongut and Grandaxe alike stood watching as the Grand King spoke his solemn words. On either side of the Obsidian throne the four lords, Akvar, Lori, uldar, and Lathros stood resolute as Uldar called for a vote. Without waiting for their replies, Zahrer raised his hand slowly to his head lifting the crown from his brow and setting it on the seat of his throne. He'd turn slowly to the congregation before speaking.

 

"My friends... I have served this kingdom for two centuries risking life and limb to keep you all safe. I would have gladly given my life for any of you. I was coronated under the pretense of a goal to bring this nation to what it once was. But I see now that this was impossible. I wanted to be the one to lead us to a new age. To lead us to the greatness we once were... It was never my intention to deal death and punishment to a whole clan, not the way you want it. Now...I must take my leave from these lands. The kingdom I once knew and loved died a long time ago. And we have only been the ones trying to glue it back together. Before I go...I will say this last thing..."

 

He pauses taking a look around to each and every dwarf in the hall. Before speaking a final phrase.

 

"Narvak oz da Dwedmar...t'ough 'is people 'ave fallen."

 

Without another word he takes his Queen's hand, striding from the hall for the last time.

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

Dunrid plays a heroic song on his bagpipes in honor of Zahrer.

[Guest]

Gundin Grandaxe respected Zahrer, and is upset to see him go. "Well nuw we're even more feck'd..."

[Ser Paul Ryan 1139]

Paul Jr. wipes a tear from his eye. 

 

"His beard burned the brightest, and for the longest. Rest in peace." 

[KarmaDelta 969]

 

 I was coronated under the pretense of a goal to bring this nation to what it once was.

 

 

 

An old Dwed would shout while shaking his right fist in the air,

"Yeh won boi ah fawken coin toss! T'ere was nae pretense tuh t'a'! Bu', yeh 'ad ah noice arse, suh yeh go' t'a' goin' fur yeh, suh fa'ewell. Nae be'ah doi on yer knees, doi on w'oile standin', same guhs fo' all ove t'e Dwed."

[James 425]

Sighs as he sees Zahrer, walk off. He himself leaving the city around the same time "Damn politics, ye will beh missed Zahrer, ye may 'ave wun by un cointoss, but ye served as a foine king far as I could tell even wit' my leave ov da Kingdom"

[monkeypoacher 8055]

"Can I be the grand king now?" Marvin asks politely.

[Lathros 377]

 

Lathros sits silently in his room, the every growing hum of his runic enchanting table echoing throughout the cold wooden room. He looked down to his dried beard, the only difference in the rich, coarse ginger beard of his would be the dark, oil stains of days long past. He remembered when he tried to sue the Grand King. When the Grand King was respected, only now had he realized he had taken part in something that he should not have. He grabbed a coin, and a small solemn grin appeared on his face, he was reminded of when Zahrer had won. Zahrer, his friend and kin had won. Lathros was happiest then, at that point like no other point.

 

He only wishes now that Zahrer takes care of himself. Leaving the Kingdom was a wise decision. For now, the stone that holds the mighty halls of Dwarves has cracked, and split down the middle. We are not the same many think. Through thick and thin Dwarves have stayed together, laughed at the many Oren rebellions. Only now has it become so surreal it is frightening. He turns to his fireplace, where the throws the coin with a gentle toss, and it hisses as it hits the flames. The grin fading, and his brows furrow. He tore the Irongrinder banner from his torso, placing new colors.

 

"Eh guess eh must wait teh beh sodomized beh Hiebe teh beh eh true Irongut."

 

"Ehh. Suh much fer bein' en eldeh clan w'en yeh leave teh Kingdom. Eh truleh piteh teh Grandaxes, moreso than the Irongrinders. Yemekah bless Zahrer an' Fili. Onleh yeh know wot fate 'as in loine fer dem. And onleh yeh know w'ot s'all 'appen wif teh Grand Bloodeh Kingdom ef Urguan. God bless"

 

 

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[Dtrik 330]

Chase comes out of home after being unnaturally sick for the eleven month and a half. "Ah fresh air..." He stretches and goes back inside of his home. "Back ensoide now."

[Greener 687]

Odin lowers his head as he sees Zahrer past him. He raises his hand slightly to speak to him. 

 

"We've 'ad our toimes meh and ye Zahrer. Ye were dere wif meh fat'er Donaafr and ye been wif meh soince meh bir'. We've also 'ad our differences, nawt seein' su eye tu eye in dese recents toime but we 'ave 'ad suc' great toimes and its sad tu see ye leave mayte. Tuu many ov da olde dworves ar' leavin'.... gawd I might end up bein' important... bah that wuld be a terrible decision fer da kingdom, 'ar 'ar but anyway... I will miss ye mayte."

 

As Zahrer walks away Odin begins to faintly sing to himself. 

 

[James 425]

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