Dizzy771 900 Share Posted February 28, 2015 High on the precipice overlooking the dwarven port, a single dwarf stands. The wind curling around him like a hungry serpent as he watches the solitary vessel leave port. Dizzy Irongrinder, one of the last of his clan, turns away from the sight of Zahrers departure. Descending the rocky cliff side he makes his way to his home in Kal’Karaad. A place in which days past held so much promise for his kin, lay quiet for him. The only thing betraying his stoic appearance, a single tear running down his cheek. To many passerby, the sound of hammer on anvil would be a familiar one. However, the ringing of molten steels forging does not come from Dizzys home any longer. The flame that once shone brightly from the window of the young dweds home now stands desolate, snuffed out like a candle in the mountain wind. “May your honor, and your heart, shine bright like the forge…” as the old dwed song went… It appeared as though this dweds heart had crumbled from bright ember into naught but ash. Days pass, turning to weeks, before the door to the smiths home opens once more. A weary and battered look upon his face as he starts for the grand gate of Kal’Karaad. Dwarves from all around the city gather around him as he passes, whispering and pointing towards his broken figure. Stopping just before the gate, he turns towards the gathered dwarves. Looking across the faces gathered he nods slowly as he begins to speak to the crowd, as he had done in times past. This time, however, was different… “My fellow dwed, look upon our kingdom now and see what lies within. What have we wrought but folly? When pride turns to arrogance, knowledge to inanity, and love to greed? We have let our once mighty kingdom fall low to the perversions of our honor. I believe in each and every one of you lies the true spirit of the dwed. The true spirit of honor, courage, and sacrifice. You can throw away past grievances, grudges, rivalries, and become the kingdom you were meant to be.” A faint glimmer can be seen in Dizzys eye as he speaks, a flame like that of the forge. “When I came to this kingdom as a young dwed… I had nothing. I joined the legion and worked every damned day just for a living. All people saw that I had to my name was a bunk in the barracks and a rusty old axe… but I had something else. I had faith in my kingdom, and my people. I kept fighting, no matter how grim the situation seemed, no matter how dire the consequences. I kept fighting for all of you. I rose slowly through the ranks at first, eventually earning enough pay to purchase a home. It was then things began to look brighter for me, as I even sought out to trace my lineage. I was fortunate enough to be found by my clansmen Zahrer, who took me in and treated me as a brother. I, but a poor lowly soldier, felt I belonged. Brought together and bound by blood, family, and most of all, friendship.” Sighing deeply a pained expression crosses Dizzys face “With my ascension of the throne some years later, I sought nothing but to give back to the people who had made me feel like I belonged. I tried my damndest to do the best job I could, but to little avail. I do not begrudge those who followed after me, nor do I look unkindly upon those who dethroned me. No, I only sought yet still to help them, for should I have been too weak to wear the crown then at least I should be strong enough to maintain it.” “Years passed and I collected many accolades and titles to my name. I have been a slayer of beasts, monsters, and abominations. I have been a scholar, retrieving ancient knowledge, artifacts, and culture. I have been a warrior, fighting to protect the kingdom and its people. I have been a smith, possessing the knowledge of golems, runes, and a mastery of metal unsurpassed in our age…” His face darkens as he gazes across the crowds gathered around him “But it all feels for naught… as this is not the same kingdom I fought for. This is not the kingdom I wept, bleed, and endured for. This is but a twisted and hollow shell of a once glorious kingdom.” Dizzy turns away from the crowd, his voice still echoing through the city “I believe in the dwed, that one day you may rebuild what has been lost…..” He turns back to the crowd once more, the same betraying tear streak flowing down his face. “I believe in all of you… but I cannot fight anymore. I cannot bleed, work, or hope…. only weep. This is not the same kingdom” Turning around once more he begins to depart, walking down the stairs out of Kal’Karaad. But a single phrase echoing from his lips through the silence of the city “This is not my kingdom. These are not my people” Would any dwed come to inspect Dizzys home they would find nothing remaining, but a small pedestal in the forge. Laying on it, his ancestral helm of which he never parted with, and a small note Many places I have been Many sorrows I have seen But I don’t regret Nor will I forget All who took that road with me And though where the road then takes me, I cannot tell We came all this way But now comes the day To bid you farewell I bid you all a very fond farewell ~Dizzy Irongrinder 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greener 687 Share Posted February 28, 2015 Odin sighs as another Dwarf leaves "Farewell meh guud old delver king." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grouchy 64 Share Posted February 28, 2015 "Whut a big gurl." -Raknol Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josh3738 3137 Share Posted February 28, 2015 A warm breeze blows across the deck of the ship as it continues to travel onward. Standing firm and silent at the wheel, Zahrer smiles lightly. Looking up to the heavens he mouthed a silent prayer to the Brathmordakin for his old friend. "Fare ye will on your journey, and may our paths once 'gain meet." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThumperJack 927 Share Posted February 28, 2015 Norik smiles from death, looking downward to Dizzy "Ah wish ah coul've been t'ere tu' see'em un las' tiome." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dreek 1633 Share Posted February 28, 2015 Thryn nods as he hears of this, muttering to himself, "I believe there were many great Dwarven warriors and scholars in the past, who now do not recognize the kingdom they served. I say to them that they are experiencing the one of the greatest flaws of the old, selfishness. They see that the world goes on without them, and while hye contributed, it did not hinge on them. The new generation has come to the Dwedmer, and while I have served as a mercenary under them, I have seen both their flaws and their advantages. The new generation is ready to begin their journey, and whether it is fruitful or disasterous, is yet to be seen." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gnomistry 1115 Share Posted March 1, 2015 Andermendin sighs muttering " 'ere goes Dizzah Irongrindah, great keng ov Urguan, an' friend. May dungrimm guide yeh." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
James 425 Share Posted June 20, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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