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An eternally lost soul. [PK post]


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DR. Darinndrabor


 

An eternally lost soul.

Darinn was brought into this world with a void.

He did not know who he was

where he should go or where he belonged.

 

He wandered endlessly and never truly arrived.

And this feeling of being lost truly blinded him.

It was not that he lacked ambition or did not achieve anything.

 

The young dwarf quickly became a military officer in the dwarven legion, he became the surgeon general of haense and later created the guild known as Healuroz Barimmar.

In addition the dwarf was a veteran of many wars and shocking events.

The Dwarven throne room bombing chief among them

 

No matter how much he achieved however this void always remained.

 

As time passed, luck turned against the dwarf.

His son went missing.

His wife went missing, then came back and left him.

His life's works were taken from him due to the insanity that had taken hold of him.

 

And as all things must end. This path of insanity ended just as abruptly as it started.

 

Now awaits the judgement of the Braths.

 

Narvok Oz Darinndrabor

 

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(OOC)

Thanks to everyone who welcomed this character as i first started playing him after discovering lotc. Playing this char has a blast and i thank everyone i have rped with for making this possible.

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"Anbella be gud t'yous," Lulu sighs, shaking her head. She brings a balled fist up to her chest for her once-Commander and friend, "Narvak oz Darinndrabor."

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in the hills above hefrumm and the great city, next to a simple grave Mica sits staring over the kingdom, and in a whisper far to quiet to be heard if not near "i will carry it forward, fer urguan and fer you.."

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"Teranir Cottonwood rubs the healed scar on his hand he received while carving a certain wooden object for Darinn as he remembers the old dwarf that was kind to him in his young years"

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The news caught Alaric as he sat on a mountain top over the Kingdom, his sole cyan gaze turning to face the woods of Hefrumm as a lone tear dropped from his eye. A small touch of his gauntlet reached out to touch the stone connection at his severed arm and remembered the great battle so long ago with a deep sigh, and realized that it was starting to be time for his generation to pass into myth and stone legend. Reaching up to grab his Clan Mask, he set it down on the lone log as an offering to Dungrimm for the Lord of Death to guide his lost friend safely to his hall for judgement. A soft prayer left his lips for Anbella to bid well for the troubled soul as he stood to his feet and turned with a bare face of tears to stumble back down the mountain side.

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Nin visits the grave and looks at the name written upon it with sadness. "You cayred, evehn wiff what mi am." she says softly and places an offering of flowers down beside it. Nin wipes her eyes and bows her head, "Mi thank you Darihnn. May Kor guide you tu where lat cahn rehzt and be happy."

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