A New Clan Father

[Beamon4 1690]

 

The Irongut Clan had remained without a leader for some time now, and Dimlin, being the renown and devout Irongut that he was, would not let this continue for any moment longer. With his claim to the title left unchallenged, he intended to take the action no other amongst his kindred was keen on doing.

 

“Ah, Dimlin Irongut, ‘ave claimed the title o’ Clan Fatheh o’ mah Clan, Clan Irongut!” he said with fervor. “Ah will take up dis responsibiliteh, an’ believe meh when ah promise et es nae taken lightleh. Ah see dis as ah chance t’ change da pat’ o’ our Clan an’ lead dem t’ greatness!”

 

The crowd that stood before him broke their silence with a sudden, ear-shattering roar of applause. Irongut’s embraced their kin with a childlike enthusiasm as they imagined the world that Dimlin had in his own mind, the world the young Irongut would strive to create for himself and those who follow him.

 

“For t’ose o’ yeh dat lack fait’ en meh…” he paused, looking around at some of the faces present. He stopped as he met the gaze of each of his close friends and family that stood among the gathered. “Ah ask yeh t’ trust da ones dat made meh who ah am today.” he said as he nodded to each Dwed he had found particularly influential in his life.

 

Dimlin stood silently as he overlooked the crowd, his heart and confidence starting to fade as the silence carried on. The young Irongut Clan Father lowered his head in sadness and disappointment. His own despair was interrupted by that of a young beardling with courage bigger than the beard he bore on his face. “Narvak oz Irongut! Narvak oz Dimlin!” the young dwed shouted confidently as he smiled up at the new Clan Father. Little more than a second had passed before a choir of Dwarven voices joined together shouting.

 “NARVAK OZ IRONGUT! NARVAK OZ DIMLIN!"

 

[BDanecker 867]

*Dor Irongut would be in the back of the crowd, his arms crossed as he says to no one in particular as he watches “Hmph. Let’s see ef ‘e can put some power be’ind t’ose words.”

[DrHope 609]

Good on you Dimlin" Kazrin would smile remembering his time in the Brigade.

[Hiebe 2493]

Nods to his protege.

 

"Guudluck. I'll be ere if ye ned anyting."

[sneakybandit 1650]

King Darek Hammerfist smiles "Good luck brother"

[Burnsy 437]

“Good luck lad.” Ulhart says accompanied by a small wave. 

[Medvekoma 2073]

"Nolice ter 'ear ye finalleh 'ave ah new clan father." Koralon commented. "Narvak oz 'Ammerfists."

[_JustMeNick 14]

Joseph Edward smiles "The best of luck" 

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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