A Return to Roots

[Aengoth 2890]

 

 

^{Aengoth c. The Amber Cold 1598}

Deep under the crust of the earth rang the steady beat of a pickaxe as it clashed with stone, relentless in its pursuit of deeper riches. The old dwarf wielding the pickaxe wore upon his brow the sweat of his labor and upon his back a shirt styled with pineapples and palm trees once a bright green but now stained earthly colors by the efforts of the geezer. From his once shaved chin gradually did a beard grow anew, stained from the mining but still showing the same grey of his elderly years. Hands not long ago soft and plump from years of retirement and lack of purpose grasped the handle of the pickaxe with newfound vigor long thought lost since the days of his youth past, gripping ever more firmly with a new sense of faith and resolve.

*Letters are sent to old friends and new*

"What is a forge without it's father to stoke the fire?"

[McDaedra 261]

Maf is intrigued

[herculean_wud 3662]

Wud wonders if this a new propaganda technique 

[James 425]

Elder Grungron would feel an odd feeling in his chest, as if something had corrected itself as he ventured across the barren land of white. Snow coating his beard and tattered hood his eyes would soon fixate upon a small animal nimbly making its way towards him. He would place his hand upon the hammer's hilt upon his back before quickly relaxing the tension that had run wild across his senses. A small tunnel cat would scurry up to his right leg, nipping at it before he would extend his right hand to receive the letter from its maw. He would mutter to himself, about how few dwarves still remembered their messenger could be a meal and a way of passing knowledge as he moved the letter underneath his white hood for examination. His hands would shake from the cold as he opened the colorless message, breaking the crimson ornate seal before immediately pulling out the letter and quickly skimming over the sheet of paper. He would give a sly smirk, pocketing the letter within a pouch upon the belt present on his waist and picking up the cat by its torso before continuing off into the craggy mountains before him. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

no I'm not coming back, aengoth is just sexy and my game design class is boring me to death

 
 

 

 

[Daisy 9738]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.