See you soon [PK]

[TheMessenger 104]

Fundin Orckin, the reborn self of Bori Orckin sat in the green collective's cave, scattered pieces of ripped paper all around him. He stood up, hands in tight fists at his side. He was silent for a good long minute before letting out a bloodcurdling roar, plowing his fists into the stone walls again and again, still howling with fury. His eyes seemed to almost glow with red rage, he started slamming his head against the wall until the sap that was once blood poured down his face. He crawled out of the cave almost nothing but a savage beast. He spent hours like this before finally regaining his composure. He returned to the tree, tears streaming down his face. His eyes became affixed to the sword at his side, he pulled it from its sheath. He stared at the steel blade, before looking upwards at the stone ceiling, he leaned up against the tree, turning the blade towards his chest, "Curse ye Norleh!" He screamed, his face then went solemn, staring in front of him, "See ye soon Pa, Ma..." He muttered, pulling the blade towards himself. The blade pierced the tree, and the body of the dwarf lay limp. He did not know what fate would hold for this so called "halfbreed sinner's" soul, but he knew that he would eventually see all those he lost, once again. a single tear ran down his cheek as he let out a final breath. Bori, Fundin, whatever name this dworc now held, had finally and truly died.

[The Harbinger 336]

Glod shook his his, silent in rage. He could have stopped this murder. He had both blades in his hands... Norli right in front of him... And he didn't take the chance... He sighed. "Everywhere ah look... Sin commited in yer name, meh lord..." He muttered. So much sin committed in the name of Yekemar...

[mateolog 1551]

Mao Blackroot mourns the loss of another Hefrumm brother  "Khorvad shall net win Bori, a' will continue our cause until a' see ye and all our brothas en tha 'alls ef Anbella, wher we shall feast weth Paragon Bjor and all our ancestahs." Mao would sit down devastated by the great loss of dwarven life in the past stone days.

[Stripez-Purple 50]

Qrue who would be meditating under a Massive Tree would feel a slight cold wind  "Anot'er soul gone wit' de wind... De loomin Darkness ovah Urguan still grows stronger."