To Welcome Cousins

[Dakirennis 959]

 

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Within the depths of Ker'nor's cavern, the familiar sound of pick striking stone rang out. New halls were being dug every day to make way for new arrivals. Be they for the solitary or for families, the hollow held many nooks and crannies for everyone to call home. But on this day, the rhythmic striking was accompanied by the sound of singing. The gravely voices of the Doomforged echoed from the deep as the ash skinned dwed carved themselves a new home. Dak'ir smiled, humming along to their tune as he forged new tools from his smithy. It was nice for the Mali'ker to have cousins among them.

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol Doomforged nods slowly as he looks around the hall, stroking his dark beard thoughtfully "'et 'es nae Kal'Asgol, bu' 'et'll duh." He move past his clan's namesake, the Doom Forge, muttering, "Moi King..." as he passes.