A Debt Overdue

[Crowbill 493]

"YER AH FROSTBEARD. WYRVUN WUDN'T GUIDE YEH TUH DIS' PATH"

 

"... but most of all...ah chuse power"

 

Those words haunted Hellio whilst he was heading back to the cave, a backpack that belonged to Algoda on his back. He would've take his own, but his mind wasn't with him. He weakly headed to the entrance of the cave that made dwarfs falter, which was now crumbled to bits after this horrible fate. His legs heavy, he sat on the grass in front of it, looking at the side of the mountain.

 

That creature, was not dwarven, yet it spoke about dwarven riches. His own brother took it's guidance and chose the path that brought him happiness and wealth. His own dwarven brethren, his own legion warriors...slaughtered under his blade. Yet that sword was not guided by Grumdul, but by the "Flesh Lord"...some survivors even joined him, although most of them fled out before something worse could happen.

 

The cave was destroyed, but the creature is not dead. His brother is probably still in there...or Wyrvun knows where...along with the other heretics...

 

Hellio silently prayed to Wyrvun, asking him why his brethren failed. Only wind answered him, and that tempted Hellio. Why didn't he just deny that... was there still a seed of doubt in his mind? He started changing his perspective, more and more thinking about other things the Flesh Lord talked about. Wealth and riches...power and glory... isn't this what Frostbeards need?

 

Yet this wasn't the way of Wyrvun.

 

With his mind somewhat calmed, Hellio rummaged the backpack for a linen cloth to cover that wound that appeared when the cultists started attacking in mass. He didn't even see the wound before, his mind was all over the place, everywhere but his body. But when he found a cloth-like material, he didn't find a bandage. He pulled out cleric robes, worn but still blue like thanium he remebered back in Tal'Azwyr. Algoda's robe back when he was praying to Wyrvun every day.

 

Hellio looked at the clothes and smiled, his mind finally in peace. It was not the end of all times, but a beginning of something. Of what, he didn't know, but he silently finished his prayer.

 

"And deh due will beh payed."

[KarmaDelta 969]

 

A Dwarven figure could be seen in the distance, his eyes never blinking.

What was once gold and kept, had now lost it's luster.

 

He just stood there, as if waiting for something.

[Algoda 885]

A gust of wind rushed through the valleys of the Dwarven lands.

Algoda tensed up and suddenly dropped his hammer. The axe he was working on lay on the anvil, slowly cooling off in the icy breeze. 

 

"Owh.. forgive me oh Cold Un, fer oi 'ave strayed."

 

Algoda went on packing his things and stepped outside his door, and muttered one final thing before leaving his home; "Nau where did oi pu' tha' bloodeh robe?"

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