_RoyalCrafter_ 3302 Share Posted December 13, 2023 (edited) [!] The following is personal character information, that would not be known to anyone. Do not metagame. THE HEARTH The Grand King was sat in his royal chambers, hewn from stone deep within the mountains. His heart burned warm and embers flew around the room, though he sighed deeply with troubled lungs. As he looked to the fire, he remembered the burning of Breakwater and Brasca, the razing of fields and the burning of bodies. The hearth gave him no warmth in that. He thought of himself, as child of Gloin and as of the dwedmar people blessed by Anbella. An unease crept over him as he finally took a good look at his surroundings. He felt a tug on his Ayagh, calling him elsewhere. THE CREATION The Emerald King picked up a chisel and his trusty Anymindaz, having forged equipment for the legionnaires he felt his Claigh itch for some stone work. Upon a block of stone he placed the tip of his chisel and struck! As flakes of rock fell to the ground, bricks of the Brascan keep crashed onto the floor. He is prophet of Creation, having spent over a hundred years forging, carving stone, cutting gems, powering golems and yet then he found himself to be architect of Destruction. THE BULWARK Garedyn, a devotee of Dungrimm, strolled through his collection of war trophies: the banner of an orcish clan, a shield with the eye of Khorvad, the hand of a Norlandic King, and so on. He stared at each one deep in thought, reminiscing about his days being a simple city guard manning the gates. He had never struck the first blow in a spar or in combat, always preferred a shield or polearm. To defend, to be a bulwark for his people, that is how he always lived. No matter how hard drawing blood came to him, he raised his shield no matter what. Like any dwed, the Arymagh rejoiced at each victory, at each foe slain at each memory of battle taken. Though, to be a bulwark for his people, to shield them from the endless hoardes that seek to stain their mountains red, a spear would be needed. The Grand King coughed in his echoey halls, putting up potted plants in his room, pumping the forge fire, and practicing his martial techniques. “For teh people, oi will endure it all” He said resolutely. Spoiler Just a bit of a personal character post, wanted to RP out the effects of war, not enough do that imo. Edited December 13, 2023 by _RoyalCrafter_ 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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