[PK] THE GOLDEN MASSACRE

[Britannicvs 2508]

 

 

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THE GOLDEN MASSACRE

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Tales of conspiracy abound in the Goldhand Clan Hall, as Thalgrim Goldhand sat in his chair. When all had gathered, a sudden challenge for leadership rang out to his left from the lips of his cousin, Torsun. The younger dwarf looked at him, shocked, but asked what the challenge would entail. With a look of malice, the betrayer answered that it would be his death and struck.

 

Taken off guard, Thalgrim fell to the floor as the mechanical Dwed wounded him. He scrambled back, attempting to escape his impending doom as Goimbar, Conan, and Barundin rushed in defence of their kinsman.

 

“Why.” Was all he asked, in a feeble voice, the betrayal incomprehensible to the Eivorsson. 

 

 But to no avail, a blasting potion thrown by the betrayer ended the plight of the Clan Lord, who collapsed from his injuries. His uncle Conan fell by his side, succumbing to his own injuries inflicted by a second assailant, a mechanical demon. Barundin was struck unconscious by him, while Goimbar was taken captive. 

 

Striding over to the corpse of his kinsman, Torsun ripped it in half and departed, after looting Thalgrim's body of its valuables. 

 

Thalgrim Eivorsson Goldhand was dead, struck down by betrayal from within, joining his uncle, Conan Goldhand, who had been murdered mere moments before. 

 

 

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[Juvens 199]

Somewhere unknown the elder dwarf would sit in a cell, processing what just had happened, thinking with sadness of his killed brethren.

[flexMate 346]

The Urguan Republican Army claims responsibility for the murder of the goldies. 

[sneakybandit 1650]

The Arch-Runelord was very disappointed.

[Cpt_Noobman 1954]

*Barundin awakens from his hastily treated injuries in the Goldhand vault, while outside a battle rages. The first sight that greets his eyes is the sundered body of his clan father. Only one thought crosses his mind "Kavir...."

[MapleSunflower 1889]

The holly-crowned child sat on the saddle of Thalgrim’s steed, driving her miles upon miles to their patient in need. She clung onto him as to not fall off the horse as the road became rougher and steeper - as it always was upon the Urguan mountains of Almaris. Those verdant hues so full of life sparkle with excitement and in wonder looked to the man who guarded her. Thalgrim of Clan Goldhand. 
 

The same human woman sat in the dark woods, the blue-grey tartan shawl draped around her shoulders kept her warm amidst the chill of night. Her hands worked at the healing craft, skillfully grinding the herbs into a refined paste to be used for her next patient. Whispers of a prayer were muttered under her breath - light as the snowflake and gentle as the condensation that swirled from her lips. Her features were illuminated by the golden glow of the campfire: Forest eyes reflected the dancing light as the faint wrinkles around her eyes crease with the faint smile upon her older visage. The fond memory formed so many decades ago was still sharp in her mind. 

 

The medic’s gaze lifts to the clearing through the trees above that revealed a might abundance of stars. Softly, her prayer ends as the lid was screwed onto the jar containing the medicinal paste. 

 

“Anbella, Yemekar… guide me.”

[ThatDutchFellow 1147]

"Oi warned ye aboo' dat Traitor en Almaris, An' oi warned ye again o' dis con'inent" Dravil let out as he catches wind of Thalgrims demise "Ye wuuld nae lis'en.."