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A Tombkeeper's Diary

"Return"

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       A bright, sunny day washed the dwarven mountains with gentle warmth in contrast to the cold and crisp air morning air, birds sang their songs and boars drank from the many fresh water lakes Urguan's valleys held. Any remaining early dew clung to the tall grass as afternoon was fast approaching, though the time of day was not the only thing making a return. Far below the cloudless, sun scorched sky trudged a lone dwarf hauling a cart of hewn stone blocks. His green war paint glistened as beads of sweat streamed down his mighty forehead and onto his thick black eyebrows. Angr Ireheart, a dwed of Dreek's bloodline, marched up the winding Urguani roads with an orange and gray banner mounted to his cart flapping in the breeze, his eyes spoke of growth and grief as his few year departure into the expanse of untouched wilds had surely moved him. His beard was longer, his body had been refined and his wrists though bruised, were bandage free once more.

 

       His gaze flicked up at the sound of a distant scuffle further along the road, and Angr could see it. A bandit, while he wasn't a Ferryman he was human, and in typical human fashion was preying on anything lesser than them. As he approached, the injured elf cried out for help and was promptly bashed in the head with the hilt of the bandit's shortsword, though Angr would pay no heed to the situation as it was not of his concern. Once he had passed, the human had called out to him.

 

       "Hold it, just where do you think you're going, short ****?!" Angr again chose to ignore the petty thief and continued to lug his cart towards a crossroads further down the road. "Don't tell me you're as dumb as this knife-eared scum! I'm talking to you!" He persisted, walking after Angr with his sword still drawn. "Shut et, boy. Ahm buseh." The Ireheart growled as the crunching of gravel under their feet continued to fill nature's otherwise blissful silence. The bandit immediately charged him with a scream and swung just short of Angr's cloak, though he would not be given another chance to slay his opponent. In a swift motion, Angr's rugged hand reached up and grabbed the man by his family jewels at which point he yanked the bandit down by his balls and onto his knees. The dwarf uttered no words and offered no remorse as he wrenched the shortsword free and drove it through his forearm. "No! No please I-" He begged as he was cut off by a solid crack to the temple. Angr silently got up and approached his cart, briefly browzing the selection of giant stones before settling on a fairly heavy piece. He hefted the torso sized brick to the dazed man and took in his features, noting that he was easily no older than twenty as he raised the stone over his head. "Please! N-"

 

       And that was that. A sickening squelch echoed into the surroundings as part of the bandit's brain was ejected from his now crushed skull. He looked up to the cowering elven woman and gave her a slow nod, this was not to say she was safe, but rather, to run. She needed no explanation as she immediately scrambled to her feet and took off in the other direction. With solitude restored at last, Angr's single eye settled on the young thief as he sighed, undoing the ties to an iron mask on his work belt. Angr shoved aside the large stone and began carefully tieing. The mask to what was left of the man's face and once he was done, hefted the body to his cart. "Yu were sadleh mesguided, may Dungrimm see t'es beacon and gentleh bring yu tu yur rest, young'in." He muttered.

 

       Many hours later, Angr would arrive at the capitol of the Grand Kingdom, his absence seemingly unnoticed. He would pass by many dear and familiar faces as he loaded his stone cart onto a rickety lift and sent it below towards the Worker's Guild. While descending the stairs, something caught his eye that was nailed to the bulletin board, a paper recently published regarding a competition for Grand Architect. "Tae fock es t'es shoite?" He grumbled, tempted to remark on how the only other able builders he knew were Grudgebeared and Magni. "T'es ain' ah competition, ye daft focken Frostbeard, ye need tae foind tae best, nae tah most ambitious!" He shouted, tearing up the announcement written by Azkel. "Ye wannu kill 'alf ov Urguan by 'avin teir focken new triangle 'ouses fall ontu t'em, ahm not gonna let t'at 'appen..." He grumbles, continuing to complain as he retrieves his cart at the lower section of the city and tugs it towards the processing area. "Ah keep tellen t'em Frostbeards ain't good fer anehfing otha t'an treason..." 

 

       Angr lets another huge and stressful sigh escape him as he slumps into a seat within the Worker's Guild headquarters, unfurling blank parchment out in front of him as he begins to draft new designs he may be able to use for the competition. After a while though, an idea would stick with him, one that was sure to prove just how qualified he was for the job.

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