TheWaffleEater2 120 Share Posted November 12, 2023 -~ ᛏᛅ ᛏᚼᛅᚱᚴ ᚢᛅᚱ ᚾᛁᚴᚼᛁ ᚢᛅᚱᛁᚴᛅᚾ ~- (AMBIENCE MUSIC) (A note would have been left inside Klouf’s room) The hoard of a dwarf is more than just gems, weapons and his trinkets he has collected. It's what makes him a part of the Khazadmar. It fuels the life within a dwarf, it fuels the sense of when one knows they're about to strike big on an expedition. A hoard is what completes a dwarf, it's what makes them dwarven. Without a hoard, are they truly a dwarf? The hoards can say a lot about a dwarf, a small but highly valued hoard could mean that a dwarf is picky in what he wants, or he’s just beginning the hoard. A large hoard could mean he is a collector of low valued items, or they are an experienced hoarder. The size or the value can mean much to a dwarf. It's what others think of the hoard. But in the end, it is how you worship your god, in this case. The Lord of Avarice is not much of a favored god compared to Dungrimm, Yemekar or Oghradad. But he is still common within the treasures of the dwarves. Grimdugan is not picky about a dwarfs hoard, as long as he is adding or taking value into his hoard. Every hoard pleases the lord of Avarice. Not many dwed think about the full aspects of Grimdugan's hoard and its importance to oneself. The Master of the Hoard has a boisterous cave, filled with statues of emerald from distant lands, the cave floor stained with gold, coins above the waist level, gems and ingots scatter the floor, decorated pots, and intricate weapons would lay on racks scattered through the cavern. There was no limit too Grimdugans Hoard. It was vast through the caverns of the gods. There always seemed to be a misconception of Grimdugan, the teachings should be more about the hoard that one collects instead of the darkness Grimdugan keeps with him. Darkness only leads to corruption and plagues, the hoard is what makes a dwarf's wealth, shows how much he follows Grimdugan. Greed is what helps fuel the hoard, without greed, we would become unhungry for more. But greed used for the wrong things leads us down the dark path that Grimdugan misleads us too. That is why we must stay hungry for the horde to get bigger or gain more value to it. That is what Klouf did, he kept true to the hoard, and he made sure it was bountiful, but all his trinkets had meaning, from fighting liches to going on mining expeditions, it didn't matter too much to him though. It was all just replaceable with something of more value. ( -ᛏᛅ ᛁᚱᚱᚬ ᛁᚱᚬᚾ ᚴᛚᚬᚢᚠ - ) Klouf had believed that Grimdugan was a powerful god, an’ underdog' so to say. The concept of the hoard and greed fueled him, he enjoyed gathering knowledge, and collecting rare trinkets from the corners of the lands. For Klouf though, his hoard was subtle, but it had value, from items collected from his first expedition to Attenlund, and gathering a Nechzerak horn, top fighting the wigs of Oren, collecting a voidal stone from the Voidal hallow in Ando Alur, to fighting atop of the Titan attempting to defeat the traitorous Draakompf Doomforge. He has collected many items through his journey, some which are unforgettable. Some would say that something valuable would need to have a special item, too, such as an unbreakable rune, or maybe something impossible to grab only by the hands of a god. But to Klouf, it wasn't any of those, it was a simple axe, forged of crude iron from the mines of Alamaris, an axe forged for his father. It was his first ever axe he had forged coming to Urguan, which his soon to be clan father would have helped him at the time. It was a momentous time for Klouf, he had learned to forge properly within the big city, and he wanted to get his name out there. But his thought was, it was replaceable, and it was replaced, but new weapons he crafted every day. The room Klouf sat in would be a cozy stone cave, his valuables littered the room, the fireplace would be burning with wood, the smell of fire made an aura of smell through the room, a small carpet would be laid across the floor making it seem homey and it had your typical dwarven tools hung on the walls. Klouf would pick the axe up taking a good look at it giving it a final glance and he would say aloud “Elloh yeh buet, es beehn a whole since oi’ve seen yeh.” He would wipe his hand across the shined head of the axe, Klouf's body would tremble even with the fire going and the heat of his own body, it trembled through the night sky. He would unbuckle the helm and he would set it atop of the table that was next to him, he’d take off his boomsteel gauntlet and he set it next to the old helm. He would then stare into the fire, watching the flames jump back and forth as his breaths began to get shallower and shallower. The fire grew hotter and brighter as he sat there enjoying the flames jump back and forth “Teh flames, a glorious ting teh tink about, always needin something teh fuel it, breath agh heat. Meh hoard wos teh same, Narvok ‘oz Grimdugan, o’ lord o’ avarice, o’ darkness. Guide meh hand too Khaz’a’dentrumm an’ allow meh teh roam your halls as a part of’ your hoard. Oi ‘ad shown ottahs wot deh hoard can do, what can beh collected within teh hoard, and what shoul’ beh expected on’ teh hoard. Meh time ‘ere has been finished Meh lord, its time fur ah new Grimgold teh take mantle o’ teh eldeh seat.” Klouf would bring his axe towards his chest, and he would take one more glance as his hoard, hoping it would get distributed towards his kin and used in something greater. “Narvok oz Korodaurok, Narvok oz Grimdugan. May teh gods foind meh soul wortheh to be in teh halls o’ teh dead.” And with that, he would kiss the head of his axe, staring into the fire taking his last couple breaths, he would slowly close his eyes allowing the forever slumber to take over, his skin beginning to turn pale as his soul would be seeped from his body and carried through the stars to be auctioned off to the Brathmordakin. With this it’s the end of the honorable and curious Klouf “Forged-Fist” Grimgold, The Defender of Khron’Hundmar, Proud Rhun Cultist, 3rd Armakak’s Coin, Ex-Guild Lord of the Obsidian Pickaxe, Grimdugan’s devoted worshiper, and most of all the jockey of Azdromoth. Ok Az Dharg Yno’Ordul Gor ( ᚬᚴ ᛅᛋ ᛏᚼᛅᚱᚴ ᛁᚾᚬ ᚬᚱᛏᚢᛚ ᚴᚬᛦ ) (Klouf’s Helm resting on the table.) (Three silver and gold-colored letters with a black fiery fist wax seal on each of them, with small golden linen wrapped around the seals. They would be sent using a beautiful large Ram, the horns larger than its head, colored black and gold. The wool would be thick looking like its ready to be sheared off.) The Honourable, Alaric Grimgold @AlaricGrimgold Spoiler Dear Alaric It is I, your clan son, Klouf. If you are getting this letter that means i have moved on to the stars, to go to Khaz’A’Dentrumm. You have given me knowledge I cannot thank you enough, you have welcomed me into the clan with open arms and allowed me to have curiosity larger than myself. You had helped the ideas come to life and brought the materials I needed. You were the best mentor I could ever have. Thank you, for all your help and guidance. Narvok oz’ Korodaurok, Narvok oz’ High Prophet. Finish that suit, get our name out there more. P.S Quit being a knuckle head and stop doing dumbshit. Sincerely, Klouf ‘Forged-Fist’ Grimgold. The Honourable, and my Mentor, Norli Starbreaker. @Nooblius Spoiler Dear Norli The closest of' kin, an’ meh mentor. Oi ‘ave gohn teh join teh otheh ancestors within Khaz’A’dentrumm. OI wonteh teh tank yeh fur teh knowledge and guidance yeh had given me with leading groups and how to properly smith some metals as well. I wish teh great machine in Khron’hundmar we were working on was finished, that would have been a glorious sight to see. Narvok oz Rhun. May the Rhun guide you Norli and let Grimdugan welcome your hoard into his. May Yemekar guide your hammer wherever you are Norli, Narvok oz Khron’Hundmar. Glory to the Rhun Kind Regards, Klouf ‘Forged-Fist' Grimgold The Iron Khazad, My kin, Rylanor Goldhand. @AfroJoeTheOlogBro Spoiler Dear Rylanor Wherever you are, Ryalnor. I hope this letter finds you well. I am currently sitting here taking my last breaths as my sickness consumes my body. The arm you made me is beginning too slowly shut down as my body does. You know, I always found this Automaton type shit pretty interesting. I just wanted to thank you for being a mentor in my journey, when i first came too Urguan, i remember you helped me get situated, and introduced me too Dorimnur, poor Dorimnur… I’ll be joining him in the Halls of Khaz’A’Dentrumm, and my hoard joining the great riches of Grimdugan’s hoard. Narvok oz’ Aurokonar, may they rise in glory again someday. May the Hoard of Grimdugan treat you well Rylanor, Farewell Cousin. Yours Sincerely, Klouf ‘Forged-Fist’ Grimgold (Also, FOOK TEH SEA) 15 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry 1859 Share Posted November 12, 2023 As another friend and close kin joins the auction, does an old greying dwarf's smile continue to falter. "Since teh day o'I appointed yeh Armakak's Coin, o'I watched yeh career wit' great hope... o'I'm glad yeh made ah name fer yehself laddeh, did somethin' yeh believed in. Say 'ello teh Rhewen an' Azkel if yeh see them, will yeh?" His gaze would slowly leave the stars from which he eyed carefully, turning back to his family abode. He had more to do before he too joined the auction. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Grey_W0lf_ 612 Share Posted November 12, 2023 A single tear fell down the face of a red-bearded dwarf. . . "May Khaz'a'Dentrumm serve yeh well, cousin. . ." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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