=| A Dwarf's Farewell |=

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7th of The Grand Harvest, 1645

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Einar Stormbreaker sat alone upon his chair inside his cabin in the Ithrun’drakna. He stared at the wall for hours on end, letting his mind drift away as he pondered about his life. Einar took a piece of parchment and dipped his quill in a pot of ink and began writing on it slowly, choosing his words carefully.

 

To the dwarves of the Kingdom of Kaz’Ulrah,

I have to leave, my friends. With Barradin, Morug and most of our kin gone there is nothing left for me here. This world no longer interests me. That’s why I must submit myself to the tides, and the winds, and the will of the gods. Come what may.

In the sea, I shall find myself once more. I hope to come back to our kingdom in the future, but if I am fated to be taken by the tide then worry not about my soul, for I shall feast with our ancestors in the halls of Kaz’A’Dentrumm if the gods deem it so. Farewell to you all, and may the gods guide your paths even through the darkest of times.

Narvak oz Kaz’Ulrah, Narvak oz Ithrunnazka.

Signed,

Einar of the Stormbreaker Clan

 

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And with that he dissapeared on the misty horizon, leaving the golden medallion of High Ambassador behind, as well as the crown of the Princedom of Mount Ardol in Brynjar Stormbreaker’s chamber.

Farewell

[tea with Gwyn 218]

"Why mortals insist on submitting themselves to mortal peril, risking their being, for petty reasonings.." The Ivojur made a sound like a sighing cavern. "I'll never understand."

[OzYmandi 647]

"A dwarf w'o rebelled 'gainst 'is brodders ain' nae dwarf tae me..." said Bogmir the BIG

[ThumperJack 927]

The Iron Druid bows his head, muttering a prayer to Anbella and the Aspects to grant Einar a safe journey, "Farewell, lad. Good luck."