[PK?] Peace, has finally come

[AmericanSimp 510]

Along the stairs of the Cloud Temple, a son, and a father meet once more after being separated for over a year. The world seeming to bless the father with one last gift, and bringing him a slit joy as he saw his son’s fiery eyes. “Lo der ladde’” Hurdog would say as he approached his curious son, “W’ere is Ares, Fat’er?”

A moment would pass as Hurdog “Ashrune” Ironside’s hands slowly clenched and replied with “’e be dead ladde’.... oi killed ‘im.” Dorug would be stunned, he thought Hurdog perfect, not a killer of those he loved, but he saw his father distraught and went to try and comfort him with a simple hug. Before the dworc could complete the task, a hand would shove him away, “Git de fook off mi Dorug, oi du not need yer compassion.” The pair would simply stare at eachother for a moment, a fire beginning to burn in Hurdog’s eyes, not even the cloud temple could quench the flame. Hurdog would break the silence as he noticed the rather large bonfire in the cloud temples market, “Ye loike foire roig’t..... et be toime a’ s’owed ye real foire.” the words followed by footsteps as he began to walk towards the volcanic lands in the North without another word from Hurdog until the pair began to notice the world’s temperature rise. “We are almost der Dorug” he would say climbing up a rather large rock, offering his hand to help Dorug get up. 

 

 

Dorug and Hurdog, an unlikely pair had finally made it, but next to the first pool of lava, they’d find a mysterious pillar, stones floating around it, magma seeming to fall infinitely from it’s head. Hurdog would shrug it off, as he walked to the other side of it, gesturing for Dorug to follow as he looked down into the flames. “T’is be true foire ladde’, loike de one en me, et can neva be quenc’ed, less a larger flame consume et.” Dorug would listen curiously, a fire beginning to brew within himself, as he thought of his future. Hurdog would then return to the front of the unique structure within the volcano, pulling out his axe as a mysterious statement filled his mind. After a moment past, he would turn around, presenting his axe to Dorug, the eye in between the axehead and hammer growing brightly as Dorug took it. “Moi toime is drawing near ladde’, an oi need ye tu be wut oi could nae be to t’ose oi called friends,” as he spoke he’d turn around, taking a step closer toward the flames of this unique structures magma. After a moment he would slowly stick his left hand into the flame, turning around, showing it to a shocked Dorug. The fire that once burned in Hurdog’s eyes dissipating for once in the dark dwarf’s short life, “T’a foire insoide, yer need tu learn ‘ow tu master et, else et will consume ye” the words being filled with a pain joy as Hurdog turned to face the flame one last time.

As Hurdog stared into the flames, he would begin to see the faces of all those he had pained. The face of a young boy from Rosenyr shaking in fear before his fate, in the Silver State. As the faces began to show he would close his eyes, remembering the face of Emeline, and all the times he wished to help her, but only caused her more pain and suffering..... a glimmer of happiness crossing his mind as he remembered who she had found. The face of Balrog would then cross his mind, how he failed him, failed to speak up, failed to save his great dreams. Finally the face of Ares, the god of beavers, and the one that always seemed to be there even now when he struggled to live. As Hurdog began to fall forward into the flames, his final words would be released, “Peace, ‘as foinalle’ found me.” 

The charred bones of Hurdog falling before the feet of Dorug as he watched his father die, a tear falling upon the bones as the dworc fell to his knees. 
 

[mateolog 1551]

Baldin hears the wind cry while he smokes on top of a hill. He wonders what has caused the sadness of Anbella.

[Nozgoth 2897]

A dark, cowled figure covered in awful, corroded metal armor and a metal face plate idles seemingly emotionless in a dark cavern.