The Doom Forge Calls...

[LordCommander 163]

Thond Doomforged as he paid respects to his Fallen Grand King; King Bastion Ireheart

 

 

The Grand King is dead, this is all that has echoed through the mind of Commander Thond Doomforged as his Legionnaires moved the remains of their king to safety. Thond looks back at the shattered corpse with grief and a moment of anger. How dare his king fall? how dare he not die a warrior and die with honor, how dare he not given the Kingdom more time to prepare. He was ready to become an Ambassador, ready to continue practicing his political skills. Thond was never a Dwed without hatred, his always burned a slow pyre, but now it was a roaring inferno, crying to be unleashed. Thond's mind began to enter a state of paranoia, as there must be no way the King would have just fallen, die a coward's death. Thond begins to think of all the potential murderers that could have done this.

 

Kerwyr Frostbeard

The Goblins of Yolwin

Morug

The Rurics

The Rutherns

The Horde of Dumanis

 

He thinks of the names of the people he already did not trust, there was few Frostbeards that Thond could say he trusted, Oyvind and Gorum. They had proven themselves as different than the foolish rebellious ilk they came from. Yet Thond would be willing to stay his hatred and help them. For it was his duty as a member of the Legion, to protect the citizens of Urguan. However, that did not stop him from preparing for someone, one day to attempt to Assassinate him. However, as he heard of the council meeting, he garbed himself not in Runic Dwarven platemail and his Runic Warhammer. Instead, he garbed himself in thick red and black leather robes, and a mantle of brass. Before he went to the council meeting, he stopped by the Crypts, to see Runesmith Glirthram Grandaxe. Asking him to pass so he may see his king's body, he was allowed and alerted that the Runes were already in place. Thond gave him a whisper of a smile and thanked him.

 

Thond always admired the craft of Runes, he always wanted to learn the craft himself. Not for power nor for simply knowledge, but to simply perfect his weapons and armor to suit his needs the most. But that was not what plagued his mind, instead, he thought of the death of his King, the Dwed he served loyally for years, the one he would be willing to put his life behind. Where the paranoid anger and desire for vengeance clawed his mind like an overshadowing darkness. The second he saw the grave, he paused and almost broke down. The anger faded to a stoic sadness, his own heart began to twist and turn with misery as it claimed him. However, Thond repeated to himself, that no true grandson of Hodir Doomforged would shed a tear, that no Doomforged would show weakness, that Thond would be better than that. Instead, he stiffens his lip and stares at the crypt. Time would just fade as he stared, his glowing eyes did grow glossy from the held back tears. The silence was broken as he raises his voice up, a low tone as he spoke. 

 

 

Finally, with his words said. Thond Doomforged took a deep sigh, trying to stifle any grief in his mind. Repeating to himself, that he is not allowed to be weak, only lesser creatures can be weak, people die, so others can survive. Thond's bleak and brutal viewpoint of the world has led him to enjoy the battles he has faced. Where others faced with grim determinism or a sense of honor, Thond fought because he firmly believed that War and conflict were the natural way of life, and all that disagreed were sheep or misguided fools. Finally, his moment of grieving is stopped as a Legionnaire walks up to him, speaking that he is needed at the grand Council room. Thond nodded and began to slowly walk towards the lift, for once, unarmored and without a weapon. Deciding he would put his faith that the discussion will be peaceful, and will lead to a proper ruler being selected.

 

However as Thond entered the council room, he arrived to see Kerwyr sitting upon the throne, quickly his hatred begins to brew as he heard of his words. Watching him force himself as the Grand King, knowing to his heart that Kerwyr does not even belong as Clan Father of a clan of rats, let alone the Grand King of Urguan. He noticed the other clans, began to ready arms, he quickly moved over towards his Ireheart cousins. Remembering the words of his old Clan Father Zharkaz Doomforged; to treat Irehearts like family, and to never trust a Frostie. However in Thond's mind was also a hint of fear and annoyance, as he realized he was for the first time ever in years. Without weapon or armor, left bare as tension began to rise and as the Frostbeard's mercenaries, began to stand up. This enraged Thond to a point of hatred, knowing that Bastion Ireheart wouldn't have wanted to see this, he feels a nudge as he saw his ally; Dimlin Irongut, pass him from a hidden compartment a Loaded Crossbow and a Steel Shortsword. Thond nodded and took it, as the two sides began to gather their arms and prepare for a battle. Both sides screaming, Thond himself spewing out hatred towards the Frostbeards, calling out Kerwyr as a traitor, and wishing to finally end the Doomforged grudge set long ago.

 

The air was tense enough that one could put a knife through it before the first blow was made, and suddenly within the Council Room, a massive brawl happened. Thond's moment of enjoyment ended as he notices a massive blast of Alchemist fire began to fill the room, he watched as his allies began to burn in its flames. However Thond realizing what needed to be done, he began to carve his way and push through the brawl, giving his allies time to escape the madness. But before he could join them, he felt a sword suddenly slash a gash into his back, quickly his vision blurs as anger kicks in, he charges out in a frenzy. Wildly swing his blade as he rushes through the still burning Inferno. Not noticing the amount of blood dripping from his body, until the adrenaline began to fade. His body began to slow down, everything around him started to become a blur, falling to his knees as he screams out in defiance, swinging and taking as many Dwed down with him before finally being surrounded and overpowered. Feeling the cold sensation of a blade going through his neck. Thond's vision blacked out, the last thought on his mind...Vengeance.

 

 

Thond Doomforged, Commander of the Grand Legion of Urguan.

1466-1612

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol Doomforged, standing beside his patron Dormmar and still carrying his fatal wound, welcomes his fallen cousin into the auction of the dead,  "A good death. Honorable. Fit for the forges of Dormmar."

[Zacho 2177]

A beast stands in the far corner of  a tower. He slowly began to find hate within himself. For one thing. Traitors

[Dreek 1633]

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