The Death of Fili Grandaxe

[Cpt_Noobman 1412]

The following pamphlet is circulated in Urguan, the last major writing of Fili Grandaxe to be published before his death.

 

Reflections of a Longbeard

 

I am an old Dwarf. I have seen the rise and fall of dozens of kings, kingdoms, and empires. I have been privy to our species’ greatest triumphs, and our greatest failures. Yet, now I feel the energy slipping away from my aging body daily, the red dyes can no longer hide the whites and grays of my dry and fraying hair. Soon, I will die.

 

I had always envisioned my death to be a glorious one; giving my life in battle to achieve some great victory, or escorting a band of heroes through the nether to slay a daemon, maybe even Iblees himself. Perhaps even, receiving a knife in the back for my political stances and becoming a martyr for my cause. I now realize, that is not my fate. I will lay in my bed, attended by loved ones until my last breath finally slips away. No glory, no songs, just blissful surrender.

 

Now, with this realization in mind, I reflect on my life. Though it is only for the Brathmordakin to judge, I would like to ponder whether or not it was worth living, whether or not I deserve the embrace of the gods. There were many goals in my life that I did not achieve. I never became Grand King, I was never the Grand Marshal. My alchemical skills were never more than amateurish, and I never achieved any grand political victories. The closest I came to personal success was reviving the Kirkja Dverga, after it was decimated in the wake of the Frostbeard rebellion, but  even my hand in that was short-lived.

 

 It seems, I was always destined to live in the shadows of other Dwarves, a facilitator, a work horse or confidante, rather than the thing itself. I never inherited any of their glories, and always bore their controversy, still, bear our controversy... However, I believe it was a good life. Though the glory and recognition were never to be mine, I take solace in knowing that I was instrumental in their achievement. I am proud that through all of the trials and hardship my life has borne, my loyalties never wavered. My loyalty has always been, and remains, to Urguan.

 

In the words of Paragon Valen, “Stand as one and we are capable of achieving any length of greatness. Stand alone however and we will die alone”. The wisdom I wish to impart on the new generation is this; We as Dwarves, do not always get along. There has always been strife and tension within our ranks, as headstrong and charismatic personalities clashed like rivalrous siblings, but in the old days, we never questioned where our loyalties belonged. 

 

I fear that the mistakes we made in the waning days of my generation’s  power may have lain a curse upon you, but remember; before the rebellion, kin slaying was unthinkable. It was simply something that did not happen. We bickered, and voted, and schemed, and wrote laws and broke them, but the integrity of the kingdom and the value of Dwarven life was never questioned. Political setbacks were never permanent, and the losers were never ostracized and always made a resurgence. All dwarves were still loved as brothers, even when we disagreed, and when one was threatened, we always came to their aid.

 

As it was once, it can be again. In my remaining days, if any I have left, I wish to be of service. If you would ask advice, listen to stories, or request any service, please seek me out. My one desire, more than any title or glory, is to die content in the knowledge that you, the new generation, are secure and prepared for the trials you will inevitably face. I hope, and pray to the gods, that when I’m gone the Dwarves will remain united as brothers so that Urguan’s Kingdom may remain stalwart and forever Grand.

 

Narvak oz Urguan,

 

To any who read this,

Thank you, and goodbye.

 

~Fili Grandaxe

 

 

 

 

 

 

((Fili was my first character on LoTC when I joined back in 2013, and I’ve become very attached. However, even by generous calculations, Fili is an extremely old dwarf. He’s been on the shelf for quite a while now, so I believe it is finally time to retire him officially. If anyone wants to do some last minute rp, just dm me in discord and I would be happy to get online to play Fili in his final days. I plan to make the pk official in the next week or so. barring any extreme irp circumstance.))

[Legoboy7984 2491]

Clan Father Agnar Grandaxe, hears of the news about his old friend.

Didn't expect this day would come old friend. We've fought blood, sweat, and tears for many centuries. To hear you are no longer with us brings sadness not just to me or our clan but the whole dwarven race. You may not have achieved your past goals of being a Grand King or Marshal but that doesn't disclude your impact on our people. This will not be a goodbye but a see you soon, old friend, may our paths cross each other again.

[ErikAzog 3339]

Urik Azog fell to his knees upon hearing of the future death of Fili Grandaxe.

[Dhaelena 586]

There is a grief that exists for the death of legends. When the folk who filled your childhood stories meet their final chapter, the world becomes less magical.

 

Dhaen Grandaxe did not know Fili personally, but like all Grandaxes born in the wake of his era, she was raised knowing of his adventures. At the shrine upon which she so carefully tended, the Prophet of Anbella, living in the legacy of clergies past, offers a hymn in mourning. 

 

Da aina’agnar’az vellar sva ahran na kaldr

The mountain stands so tall and cold

 

Na aina’karaad’az und’edos heitr

No hearth to keep her warm

 

Aina’tha’az tira

I toil

 

Tira

Toil

 

Thoth aina’ek’az yol-mer, aina’tha’az varekan’edos grun’hrae

Till it seems, I heat her earth form

 

Na yrr’os

And at last

 

Enn’tha’az tiwaz

When I lay

 

Nir lon bokk’talok

In her stone embrace

 

Enn’lon’ok ind’tha oz ankor eron Dungrimm

She gives me up to Dungrimm's grace

 

Na oz azamar kavir

And to eternal fate

[Elite Snipes 3542]

Reserved

[Soggy365 162]

P*Somewhere in the ethereal plane that awaits all Brathmordaakin-fearing dwedmar, Aldal Ireheart raises a toast to his old friend who he hopes to welcome into the afterlife*
 

”’ere’s teh dae Kengmakers ‘oo ne’er sought a croown o’ their oon”

[Rhewen 348]

Volden Frostbeard reads the missive as he sits upon a hill in Khron'Hundmar. He did not know Fili very well but remembered his valor in his youth. Volden relives the many moments of watching his father march off to battle alongside the old guard of Urguan. He remembers many faces which have since withered. That of Zahrer, Fimlin, Dagor, and of course the valiant Fili. Fili had always erred on the side of caution, or so he was told many years ago. He wondered what would have befallen his clan if they had heeded his words and wisdom those many years ago in the first Frostbeard rebellion. He looks upon the rolling hills with saddened eyes and a heavy heart, knowing the last of that ancient generation are now leaving for Khaz'A'Dentrumm. 

 

"May Dungrimm weigh ye well, an' may moi fatheh welcome ye to 'is 'alls with open arms." he says, whispering to the cold northern breeze.

"Res' well noble Fili, yer loikes shall neveh be seen again."

[Kevinblabla7 641]

Torvin would stand still, shocked to hear the news of his uncle. 
 

“We haven’t been on the greatest terms, however we have seen good times, Uncle. May Dungrimm guide you to our ancestors. I hope that the reward will be great for the countless of effort you have put in your life”

[Greener 660]

Odin laughs when he hears the news.

"Ave a good un old toimer. I ain't got long left tuu."

[Nooblius 5820]

The Rhun Prophet pauses in his labors upon hearing the news, dropping his hammer. "Famous Arcadian Fili Grandaxe is passing?" He stammers as he contemplates the death. "I'll have to visit, I have much to say."

[sneakybandit 1503]

Darek Irongrinder sighs deeply hearing the news of Fili Grandaxes' passing from the Fortress Herald. 

Though looking up to the carved ceiling of his hall he knows far above the soul of the great dwarf is being bid upon highly at Khaz'A'Dentrum.

 

[Scatmanpro 123]

Bromdor would look over to the statue. "Oi assumeh yer wus ah great dwed. Sad t'at oi nevah cameh tuh knew yer... Maybe yer could pass un yer storehs fer t'ae last toimeh en t'ae tavern..?" He walked away towards his office, sitting down to write a letter to the dwarf, requesting him to come to the Bearded Lady one last time to toast on his life and to tell his stories for the new generations to learn from.

[Fimlin 1697]

resrved

[The Harbinger 336]

Glod sighed. It was sad for the ancient hero to pass. He'd done so much in his life... And now he was gone. He'd only hope he himself would pass with such grace.

[Priceflash 757]

A very darkly dressed Urguan I crawls out of a hole, reading the pamphlet. If one were to look closely through the slits of armor, they would see tears forming around a slightly glowing eye. He clutches the paper tightly, letting out a ear shattering cry

 

"NARVAK OZ URGUAN"

At that, he would return to his hole in the ground. Whatever was on the schedule today, is no longer.