The Meeting At The Mount

[Samson Option 9652]

 

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xGx9Rrw2tg

 

 

The fire coughed and belched embers as a dwarf poked and goaded the charring tinder forth through the carefully assembled tepee of green shoots and dried wood. The flames shot out with agitation and swallowed the sacrificed timber with greed. The entire cave lit up with nary a shadow but in the smallest niche. The heat invited the other Frostbeards closer and whispered sweet nothings that entertained them through the monotony of stripping away soaked socks and their outer leathers with snow clamped tightly against the rough hide. Verthaik, Sallann, Goruk Blackfist, and other of the Dwedmar had huddled into the cave by this time and had taken to rolling fallen logs closer to the fire for their seats.

 

"Why did you bring us out here?" inquired one of the Frostbeards.

 

"We must permit ourselves a separation from our initial successes," Verthaik Frostbeard admitted.

 

"Why is this so?" inquired another Frostbeard.

 

"Our curse is greed, we must temper ourselves from the laurels of our victories lest we lose aim of our mission," Verthaik replied.

 

The cacophony of the bonfire broke the silence. The noise seemed part and parcel however of Sallann's humming and muttered recitation. The Dwarves looked at him as he rocked to and fro atop his seat with his eyes closed and his face smoothed with relaxation.

 

"What is it you are saying dear Sallann?" Goruk remarked.

 

"I am reciting what shall be the first of many epics for our King. A King requires others to sing his praises, if a King sings his own, he is but a suitor for the love of others. Let others pronounce their love rather than a man try and desperately attract attention that one would think be due to a rightly King," Sallann replied. His eyes opened and the fire steeled his irises with a orange-glow like that of hammer-struck steel.

 

Sallann stood up and held his hands over the fire, but the gesture seemed more to appear grave and serious as he continued speaking.

 

"The Warrior's Way has been ascertained. We have the stronger claim and our past attacks has proven this thus far. I say we continue upon our course and strike them down where they loiter. It has been the case that the Grand King cowered beneath a house and had been dragged away by a few of his miners when one of our arbalest bolts' struck him down. If, however, our rebellion waged is not halted proactively - I dare say we should split permanently and pardon the Dwedmar's offense for proclaiming a stark mad Dwed as their King. They've dug their grave, we ought let them sit in it."

 

PS: Only Frostbeards, Blackfists, and direct Mountain Monarch supporters can post and know of this.

[tcs_tonsils_ 3666]

(( wait you mean we will not be the mountain monarchy anymore?))

[Publius 4098]

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