Rhewen 361 Share Posted May 17, 2015 (edited) A silence falls over the clan halls of the Frostbeards. Clansmen of the Frostbeards sit around a table, all quiet, all still. The high seat of the Clan Father sits empty and cold, the radiance which once emanated valor and pride is gone. If one would see the sorry lot, one could tell they are in a state of great sorrow, and grief. But one is missing amongst their ranks, one of great prestige and honor, one whom all in the clan would recognize, this dwarf being the Clan Father, Rhewen Frostbeard. After the moment of grief, the dwarves rise and leave the clan hall, and head south, for the plateau and the lumber yard. A great sounding of axe upon trunk is heard, perhaps no greater sound of such will be heard in much time to come. After such a gathering of resources, work was formed, the forming of a pyre, the greatest Kazradin had ever seen. After days of hard work, a great pyre had been built, in honor of Rhewen and it would be set ablaze when the time seemed right to the Clansmen. *A note is sent out to all friends and family to Rhewen Frostbeard written in dwarven runes* "We invite you to the funeral of our Honorable Clan Father, Rhewen Frostbeard. We hope you can attend this prideful event and sacred tradition of the Frostbeard Clan. The Funeral will be held in five stone days" OOC: The funeral will be held Friday the 22nd at 4pm EST (This date and time is subject to change) Edited May 18, 2015 by Rhewen 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lima 774 Share Posted May 17, 2015 Lori stands there after opening to the letter in absolute shock. "Nae.. not 'notha old friend. Not afta' Rhosalyn." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skippy 2466 Share Posted May 17, 2015 Skippy Irongut curses under his breath. "If onleh de fuckin' monk acted sooner..." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarmaDelta 969 Share Posted May 17, 2015 As a show of faith, Finian Goldhand would attend. "Ah would beh glad tuh increase 'is worf suh taht teh Brathmordakin wageuh mo'e ovah 'im durin teh Auction. Meh 'e foind grea' wealf." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
oblivionsbane 714 Share Posted May 17, 2015 Torick breathes heavily as he rests on a knee, leaning on his great sword for support. In his hip there rests a deep wound, darkening the clothes around it. He glances up, while sweat runs down his brow, to the corpse of the mighty orc, Rex Vrogak'Gorkil. He lowers his head again solemnly, eyes watering ever so lightly. "T'at's fuh Rhewen." He muttered, his breathing getting somewhat heavier for a moment before again, weakily, the dwarf spoke. "Nar... Vak.. Oz... Azwyrtrumm." He nods to himself, and decides to take just a moment before seeing what he could do for help. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThumperJack 927 Share Posted May 17, 2015 Demagol recieves the news as he was in his home, working on a new armor piece. He stares at the note for several seconds, before cursing "Netheh Rhewen...bloodeh netheh.." He tosses the piece of armor aside, ruining it, work on something else, humming a low, sad tune as he works. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ender_Panda13 78 Share Posted May 17, 2015 Dozor sits solemn on a log in the forest, the news of Rhewen's death shaking him quite a bit. "'e wos mah fwiend..." he'd mutter as his pet squirrel, Rusk, sits in his hands, chattering sadly. Even the forest creatures feel the loss of a good friend. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
justDEWit 133 Share Posted May 17, 2015 Rundon sits down in the tavern, overhearing others talking about the death of Rhewen Frostbeard. "It was those damn Uruks, I swear I'll kill them all." Rundon walks out of the tavern and starts walking toward the Orc Town, ready to kill. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BartOhYeah 18 Share Posted May 18, 2015 After Bartlin had arrived from his 3-day adventure, he arrived to a folded note sitting atop his work table. Upon opening it and reading its content, Bartlin just slumped back on his chair, his face unrecognizable. "Nae. Not Rhewen. Yemekar damn w'o evah did dis! Yemekar damn!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Payed Legend™ 106 Share Posted May 19, 2015 Moruk lowers his head in silence after hearing the news of his brothers death. He slowly crosses out another name from a stone wall, making him one of the last of the children of Karl. A tear makes its way down his wrinkled face. " Ah will see ye soon in Khaz'a'dentrumm me brother, per'aps we can properleh meet. " Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
James 425 Share Posted May 19, 2015 Grungron Irongut silently nods to the note in Avalon, taking a wrapped object in his hands and securing it upon his back. He woluld set out to the Dwarven Capital of Kal'Karaad, beginning to mutter to himself on the road as he walks North "More 'n more die, I feel loike all ov my family 'n friends 'ave died around me. Hiebe, Chase, Luchian, Kilgrim, Ivana..." He would go silent for a moment before muttering the names "Kardel... Selina..." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
James 425 Share Posted June 27, 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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