An Early Morning Drink

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

Upon this particular day, a day Midgor didn't bother recalling the date of, the Grand King rouses from his slumber upon the Obsidian Throne. Curling forward and stretching his arms towards the cavern's ceiling above, the illustrious Grand King lets forth a mighty yawn as his pecks proceed to twitch in a series of synchronized flexes as he performs his morning limbering. Smacking his lips briefly with a dreary gaze to his eyes he looks about his throne room whilst still covered by his Orc hide blanket, adorned with Wendigo fur lining upon the inside to caress his rough hide. A clear grin slowly produces itself upon his face as he begins to ponder how this particular day, would be the best day of his career as Grand King, but he knew he had forgotten something... Something which was of dire importance. However, did the Grand King care? No, for at this early hour he only sought for his personal delicacy, the infamous Starebrand Brew, a bottle of a fine ale elixir brewed in the time of his similarly named predecessor, the King Midgor 'The Mad' Stormhammer. Digging his hand into the depths of his ebony locks, his fist burrows into the darkness of his beard before pulling forth once again to brandish a bottle of the fine liquour branded, "Starebrand Brew Bleach". Licking his chafed lips, his finger briskly shifts to flick the top of the flask's stopper from its mouthpiece sounding a clear 'Pop' as a burst of the blue fluid splutters form before splattering over the Grand King's beard and the stone floor. Planting the bottle's brim against his parched lips as he keels back his refined head to guzzle down the possibly poisonous drink as slowly finishes off the last bottle of the rare brand. A resounding sigh is sounded as the Grand King finishes his early morning drink. Rocking back and forth in his seat, he moves to brush his hand along his blanket, moving to toss the pillow behind his head as well as he stands upon briskly from his throne moving to step down unto the landing before the chair itself as he drops unto one knee, lunging forth both arms adjacent to himself before letting forth the mightiest flex he has ever conjured in the entirety of his existence as the greatest Grand King in all of Dwarven history. A stern look is glazed upon his guise as light and glitter from the heavens descends upon his divine form whilst the presence of his hallowed father moves to rest a hand upon his shoulder to whisper into his sons ear, "G'job mah son, y'ave dun meh proud." before fading into the ether. A tear is shed, in joy, from the Grand Kings eye as he remembers the important event of the day... As the bubble of salty liquid melds with the Bleach on the steps he recalls, 'The rvse, Urguan shall ryse again' in his mind as his fellow kinsman of all clans were absent from the battlefield upon this day. He mutters the in silence of the vacant halls, "Ah'm surreh Dunamis, y'ave wasted yer toime an' mah pompous nature wus an offense t'yer people." These words would echo through the court room before fading away much as his father. The Grand King rises to proceed down the steps, it was the beginning of a glorious day which was one no Dwarf should ever forget. Rest in peace, the Grand Prince Aelthir Tundrak for he will not be forgotten either as he is banished from this plane.

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

Midgor falls over dead a few moments after.

[Etherealxx 232]

Zeviar tips his beard, looking to the sky.

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

After finding himself in the city gutter. Midgor awakes from his deathly trance, picking himself up weakly with each muscle clad arm. Briefly he looks about the area, moving to rub his eyes of grogginess still within them before letting out a groan as he noticed portions of his beard have been stained blue by the lager. "Wus jus' a prank." He mutters, waddling to the castle to find he was removed from his position once more by usurpers. Alas, it seems as if Midgor will have to try again next year.

[Josh3738 3137]

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