The Birth of a Third

[Dreek 1633]

A descendent of Kings, he was always born for greatness. Formed in the ashes of of fires that once raged across the fields of battle, there could only be few greater names among the Dwarves. Yet his namesake, was none of those. A capable fighter and leader, yes, but no where near the level that his comrades faced. Despite being a strong merchant and hoarder of wealth, his fame went unrecognized next to certain Human merchants. Accomplished at all, yet a master of none- Dreek found his name thrown amongst other heroes of the Brathmordakin. Yet he never truly stuck out amongst the deeds of the rest, and certainly paled in comparison to his heirs. 

 

Born under the sign of Grimdugan, Dreek the third was unlike his father Dreek II or his grandfather Drynn. Who knows what legacies will bring forth? Dreek Ireheart III strode unto the Under Realm of Urguan, ready to claim his place in history.

 

[Lefty 1696]

Axel Ireheart roars upon hearing the news of the return of his kinsmen

 

“ARRUUUU! Tae return ov’ a dwed ov’ a great loine! Ah predict great t’ings in t’is lads future. NARVAK OZ URGUAN!”

[z3m0s 1957]

“I rejoice for but a moment as the stone sighs in relief, normalcy returns as best it can to the Dwarven Realms now a Dreek walks among them once more” grumbled on old gray dwarf.

[Fimlin 1997]

“T’ey all look teh same wit’ differen’ ‘aircuts” mutters Fimlin.