A Fall of Gold

[CaptainBrock 254]

 

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15th of The Deep Cold, 1620

 

It was a cold and dark night, illuminated by naught but the moon and the torches that covered the trail. Oyvind’s legs ached as he climbed up the path to the Frostbeard crypts. An ache that went through flesh and bone, an ache he wouldn’t of felt years back, in his youthful days of Kal’Karik, or the golden age of Kal’Azgoth. He moved his hand to get a loose hair out of his eye, a hair now grey that was once jet black.

 

As he entered the warm and lit crypts, his eyes wandered to the empty tombs, donning a smile on his face but frowning as he realized they would soon fill. Perhaps with his old body, or perhaps some other younger, more loyal Dwed. Oyvind stopped to pay his respects, to a young Frostbeard he’d never heard of, to Bastion’s dead Grand Queen. To Kerwyr’s grave he spoke soft words of apology and misguidance, of regret and ruin. He wiped the tears from his eyes to now see a vision of hope he had once seen in the idea he pitched to Kerwyr.

 

“Uncle, what are you doing here?” Spoke the voice of Garrond Frostbeard

 

“Garrond, my nephew. I’m sorry… I have misguided Kerwyr and so many others, I framed it on him, my vision for an Urguan that’d flourish once again. Garrond, I’m sorry, I’m not half the man your father ever was. Tell Gorum and Morug I’m sorry, and Goruk… Aye, I will nay mislead anymore young Dwed into stagnation.” Oyvind departed the crypts, wiping his brow as he turned up the mountain and began to climb. Past tree level he went, to the very peak of the mountain that held Jornheim, the one that overlooked the ruins of Karlsburg. He frowned as he looked at the ruin, as memories flooded of recent times in Kal’Omith and Tal’Azmar. “This is not what you would have wanted brothers, Gorum, Goruk, Morug… I’m sorry. Urguan has fallen, and so shall I.” the aged Dwarf said as he threw himself off the top of the mountain. His grey hair flapping in the wind, his lips forced open to a crooked smile, revealing a gold tooth.

 

This was the end of Oyvind.

[sneakybandit 1650]

Darek lights a candle for another great dwarf who has fallen

[Garrond 249]

Garrond reads and says "Uncle I forgive ye fer what ye did and so shall Gorum, Morug, Goruk and Kerwyr. May ye rest in the halls of Khaz'a'dentrumm and be feasting with our ancestors. Goodbye Uncle

[gandalfo 1452]

Darid lights a candle next to Dareks candle. "Rest well in Khaz'A'Dentrumm"

[User 366]

 

Lord Rodrick of the North rallies his peasants as they pick roses and bury a grave in Satin in preparation for Oyvinds funeral.

 

"As per tradition, he must be placed on a bed of rose before we sink him in the river at dawn... then we send him away to the words of a love song."

 

A peasent then reads a scroll from the ancient lands of Asulon before placing it in Oyvinds bed of roses.

 

[TJBMinecraft 821]

Throri "Warmheart" Frostbeard would fall upon his knees hearing about his Great Uncle's sudden death

 

"'E wos a great man, Oi loved 'im, but 'e took teh coward's way out loike teh late Grand King Bastion before 'im, wot a s'ame 'e died t'ough, wot a s'ame"

[Soggy365 162]

Aldal Ireheart sighs upon hearing the news, a few tears making a steady path down his weathered face.

"An' so passes a great friend o' moine. Oi'm glad that oi got to spend some o' 'is last days wif 'im, performin' together as "Beardling Without A Cause." Deh group won't be deh same wifoot ol' Magic Mouth."

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