pk [PK] A Grand Passing.

[xMuted 2459]

A GRAND PASSING.


Dungrimm awaits those who die with honor.

It was a normal day for Kronk ‘The Grand’ Stormheart before the dreaded expedition that had gone horribly wrong. A small meeting with the King of Norland, discussing possible joint military trainings. A meeting with his friend Johann Barclay, the Lord Marshal of Haense. It had been a nice day, but it was about to take a turn for the worse.

Kronk ‘The Grand’ Stormheart set out with his dwarven brethren towards the void. As usual, Kronk was right at the front guarding his squad and the mages that stood behind him. They entered and the effects of the Void were immediately clear, mana overflowing and the ground beneath their feet constantly changing. The air conveyed a feeling of dread, and it became harder to breathe.  Yet even with these circumstances the combined force of dwarves and mages pushed on. “DONNAEH WORREH LADS, DUNGRIMM GUIDES US TES DAY!” Kronk shouted out to his companions, a grin forming on his face. As they neared the cliffs, a thunderous roar could be heard and a beastly figure appeared in the sky. “ET BEH AH DRAGON!” One of the dwarves shouted. “WEH SHALL KILL ET TEN!” Kronk retorted with his trademark confidence and vigour, yet this beast was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. A massive three-headed beast that could incinerate a man with one breath. Kronk’s focus was set on nothing else but to slay the beast, a task impossible for the equipment they had.

And then it struck. Kronk was lucky to have been missed by the first hit. The reality struck in as his friend, Balor’s arm was incinerated straight off. “SHIELD WALL ENFRONT OF TAEH MAGES!” The Marshal shouted out as they did so. But it was too late, little did Kronk know the dragon had its sights fully set on him. BANG! The lightning struck right to his side, sending the Marshal flying further down the cliff into the hard rock wall. “OOOMFFF!” Kronk groaned out as his back snapped, paralyzing the dwarf to only being able to crawl. “WE’REH NAEH LEAVIN’ YEH BEHOIND!” Two of his fellow dwarves, Gwydion and Barundin Ireheart shouted out as they went to assist the Marshal, carrying him away from the battle.

Before they got far the massive three-headed dragon landed right in front of them, charging up its lightning breath once more.
Kronk hastily tried to shield his fellow dwarves with his enchanted shield, but fate would not have it that day. The wall grew behind them as the three dwarves, Kronk, Gwydion and Barundin grinned wide once more.

“DUNGRIMM HAS CHOSEN MEH TOH TRAVEL TOH HIM TES DAY! MAY OI DRINK ALE AN’ FOIGHT MOI BATTLES TEREH!” Kronk exclaimed as the lightning reached him. “NARVAK. OZ. URGUAAAAAAAAAAANNN!” The Grand Marshal announced with a last defiant breath as he was turned into ash.

As Kronk died he thought of all his family and friends, Ranna, his loving fiancee and his kids. Hieran, a friend he had never been able to spend time with due to the constant war with Oren. The Legion he left behind, and his officers that waged every battle with him. Uruan Stormheart, his ever supporting father and greatest influence. Mica Goldhand, his loving aunt. Sionnach, his everlasting friend to whom he had promised they would die together. Ulfric Frostbeard, the old King of Urguan that had trusted him with the position of Marshal. Edward Thuri-Elendil, his Templar friend. And many more.



[!] A small book could be found in a drawer of the Grand Marshal’s desk.

“If you read this it's too late for me, for I have found my place with Dungrimm. I, Kronk ‘The Grand’ Stormheart have died. To my clan, I love you all to the fullest extent, and I apologize for going. To my dad, i am so incredibly sorry for the pain and sorrow you must be in. But I want you to know, I am the happiest son that ever lived because you showed me all the things i know. I am not much of a writer, but don't let my death get to you. And to my Legion. Don’t worry as I am sure there will be a great Grand Marshal after me, so is the way of Urguan. Treat them with utmost respect and vigour that you lads are capable of. I don't need a funeral. I just need Norli to cement me as an Urguani hero, that scheming bastard." 


Narvak oz Urguan, Kronk ‘The Grand’ Stormheart.

 

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Thanks to everyone who i roleplayed with on Kronk, i had a blast playing him. 

 

[Sussy 126]

Lorba Ireheart would cry "very sad"

[Frymark 2792]

6 minutes ago, xMuted said:

A GRAND PASSING.


Dungrimm awaits those who die with honor.

It was a normal day for Kronk ‘The Grand’ Stormheart before the dreaded expedition that had gone horribly wrong. A small meeting with the King of Norland, discussing possible joint military trainings. A meeting with his friend Johann Barclay, the Lord Marshal of Haense. It had been a nice day, but it was about to take a turn for the worse.

Kronk ‘The Grand’ Stormheart set out with his dwarven brethren towards the void. As usual, Kronk was right at the front guarding his squad and the mages that stood behind him. They entered and the effects of the Void were immediately clear, mana overflowing and the ground beneath their feet constantly changing. The air conveyed a feeling of dread, and it became harder to breathe.  Yet even with these circumstances the combined force of dwarves and mages pushed on. “DONNAEH WORREH LADS, DUNGRIMM GUIDES US TES DAY!” Kronk shouted out to his companions, a grin forming on his face. As they neared the cliffs, a thunderous roar could be heard and a beastly figure appeared in the sky. “ET BEH AH DRAGON!” One of the dwarves shouted. “WEH SHALL KILL ET TEN!” Kronk retorted with his trademark confidence and vigour, yet this beast was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. A massive three-headed beast that could incinerate a man with one breath. Kronk’s focus was set on nothing else but to slay the beast, a task impossible for the equipment they had.

And then it struck. Kronk was lucky to have been missed by the first hit. The reality struck in as his friend, Balor’s arm was incinerated straight off. “SHIELD WALL ENFRONT OF TAEH MAGES!” The Marshal shouted out as they did so. But it was too late, little did Kronk know the dragon had its sights fully set on him. BANG! The lightning struck right to his side, sending the Marshal flying further down the cliff into the hard rock wall. “OOOMFFF!” Kronk groaned out as his back snapped, paralyzing the dwarf to only being able to crawl. “WE’REH NAEH LEAVIN’ YEH BEHOIND!” Two of his fellow dwarves, Gwydion and Barundin Ireheart shouted out as they went to assist the Marshal, carrying him away from the battle.

Before they got far the massive three-headed dragon landed right in front of them, charging up its lightning breath once more.
Kronk hastily tried to shield his fellow dwarves with his enchanted shield, but fate would not have it that day. The wall grew behind them as the three dwarves, Kronk, Gwydion and Barundin grinned wide once more.

“DUNGRIMM HAS CHOSEN MEH TOH TRAVEL TOH HIM TES DAY! MAY OI DRINK ALE AN’ FOIGHT MOI BATTLES TEREH!” Kronk exclaimed as the lightning reached him. “NARVAK. OZ. URGUAAAAAAAAAAANNN!” The Grand Marshal announced with a last defiant breath as he was turned into ash.

As Kronk died he thought of all his family and friends, Ranna, his loving fiancee and his kids. Hieran, a friend he had never been able to spend time with due to the constant war with Oren. The Legion he left behind, and his officers that waged every battle with him. Uruan Stormheart, his ever supporting father and greatest influence. Mica Goldhand, his loving aunt. Sionnach, his everlasting friend to whom he had promised they would die together. Ulfric Frostbeard, the old King of Urguan that had trusted him with the position of Marshal. Edward Thuri-Elendil, his Templar friend. And many more.



[!] A small book could be found in a drawer of the Grand Marshal’s desk.

“If you read this it's too late for me, for I have found my place with Dungrimm. I, Kronk ‘The Grand’ Stormheart have died. To my clan, I love you all to the fullest extent, and I apologize for going. To my dad, i am so incredibly sorry for the pain and sorrow you must be in. But I want you to know, I am the happiest son that ever lived because you showed me all the things i know. I am not much of a writer, but don't let my death get to you. And to my Legion. Don’t worry as I am sure there will be a great Grand Marshal after me, so is the way of Urguan. Treat them with utmost respect and vigour that you lads are capable of. I don't need a funeral. I just need Norli to cement me as an Urguani hero, that scheming bastard." 


Narvak oz Urguan, Kronk ‘The Grand’ Stormheart.

 

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Edited April 22, 2022 by Frymark

[Nooblius 5794]

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In the dark night sky, dim and pale rested the moon, reflection of Khaz'A'Dentrumm, the Hallowed Halls of the Brathmordakin and Paragons. An elder dwarf who had been in his garden, preparing herbs for his father's salad during the expedition happened to look up, and saw a shadow pass over the moon. He knew it was a poor omen.

Dungrimm was kept busy that night, and Khorvad smiled his cursed grin.

[Dcsword 139]

Balor Ireheart would sit a slow tear falling down his face whilst reading the peace of paper remembering how the brave kronk stood and saved him after he had his arm severed " goodbye fallen 'ero may Dungrim welcome ye and may ye bask in eternal glory

[Xergarok 297]

Grimdal Irongut would dig his fingers in what once used to be dirt, the mass reaching for his legs as he tried to crawl onto a crystal. His spear slashed at the shadows, yet to no avail. He would have but a moment to stare down at the three warriors. The lightning lit up the area, revealing the unfolding of the events below. Staring down, he now saw the epic yet instantaneous death of three brave warriors. The thunder snapped, the shadows grappled, and the world seemed like it was about to end.

 

He stared in shock as he saw his kin fall. As mages were dragged away by the darkness.

He reached the surface, collapsing. He fell to his knees, hiding his face in his hands.

[MC_Celina 177]

Trink Stormheart's eyes widend as she heard the news of her beloved father, tears flowing down her cheeks before she could begin to process that she could never see her father again in this realm. "Ah'll make ya proud da'" she managed to force out before wiping the tears off her cheeks with a small sniffle and walked out her room.

[The Harbinger 336]

Glod looked up sadly from his watch, and sighed as he continued his watch, looking upon Almaris. It was quiet. Mournful. He would shake his head briefly, as he slashed a small mark into the stone of a heart of lightning, and there it would remain eternal, in honour of Kronk Stormheart

 

 

 

 

[UnusualBrit 2054]

"Welcuum moi friend." Gildroc smiled to Kronk as he joined him feasting in Dungrimms Halls.

 

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"Farewell Kronk, oi s'all miss yer." Aghal Frostbeard sighed within his office. 
 

[xMuted 2459]

9 minutes ago, UnusualBrit said:

"Welcuum moi friend." Gildroc smiled to Kronk as he joined him feasting in Dungrimms Halls.

"Oi finished taeh war fer yeh Gildroc, gud toh seeh yeh onceh moreh." Kronk grinned as he went to grab a mug of ale.

[Cheese 2303]

Octavia’s ghost was just vibing in the afterlife. Upon seeing Kronk appear in front of her, she sighed in annoyance. “I still haven’t forgiven you for bodyslamming me while I was pregnant,” she glared at him

[nepir 137]

*Getting the notice, he glances over it before looking out over the sea* "A sad day indeed.... Wonder who takes those two axe's."

[Setsuko_ 308]

From the docks of Ironguard, Edward Thuri-Elendil stood against the winds of Lake Hakon. His head remained bowed, sword drawn and emitting it's soft light as it lay bound to him by his Grace. It's point was to the boards of the dock, its round pommel in his hands. Silently in prayer, he finally raises his eyes to look over the waters. Taking a long breath, he sighs out. "May the Aengul guide you, Brother" he says simply, sparing no more words for the dwarf of whom no mere words could describle. "Clarity through Courage. You've done our Patron proud."

[MC_Celina 177]

42 minutes ago, Cheese1sgrater said:

Octavia’s ghost was just vibing in the afterlife. Upon seeing Kronk appear in front of her, she sighed in annoyance. “I still haven’t forgiven you for bodyslamming me while I was pregnant,” she glared at him

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Omg hhahaha, Via go crack

 

[Gandhi 2674]

Ser August cried.