An Awakening

[ThumperJack 927]

 

 

Within the snowy tundra of Urguan, a blizzard howls. Wolves chasing rams flee for shelter, forgetting their prey and predator, though, perhaps they are not fleeing the blizzard...but what is being birthed from it.

A smooth area of snow, exactly the same as all others, yet this is the source of the local wildlife's fear. After an hour, the blizzard still rages on and the snowy patch begins to steam. The snow thaws, and after a short time, two orange lights appear underneath. More snow melts, until a suit of ancient armor and tattered cloth lies there. Where one might see the eye sockets of a skeleton peering from the helmet, it would actually be utter shadows and smog with two fiery orange orbs flicking about as if analyzing it's situation. Eventually, the ice and snow packed upon the armor is completely thawed off and the dark smog inside the helmet begins to move farther into the armor. The entire armor is filled, and the now wraith-like being lifts both gauntlets, flexing the fingers as if testing them. It then rises, appearing to float as small orange flames lick from the tatters cloth covering the smog that seems to act as it's legs. The wraith then leans over, stabbing a gauntlet into the snow and ripping out an ancient longsword of dwarven make.

 

The wraith sheathes the sword, then lifts a hood over it's helmet. It looks around the tundra that had been it's resting place for so long, then uttering a few hissed words "Anart oz Yemekar... Narvak nir Kavir..."

It then departs, and begins the trek to Kal'Akash as it rehearses it's prayers and the occasionally gratitude to it's patron.

 

OOC:

 

Yep, new character. Dwarf Warrior Priest Graven. I'm hoping to work this as my own lil'  way for events for the dwarves.

 

Edited October 20, 2015 by Mandalorian

[Hiebe 2493]

Dwain Irongut works in the Irongut Clan Hall and a breeze rolls through.

"Got tu stoke da dammed fire befer dem cold snaps git in ere."

 

(Sounds fun hope to see it come and bring some excitement.)

[James 425]

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