Kinslayers - Death of Thorim Stoutheart

[Mestvin 947]

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KINSLAYERS

The following letter would be the Will of Thorim Stoutheart sent by ravens by someone...

 

 

 

If this letter reaches you it means i have met my demise despite all my sacrifices for my kin.

Possibly i have been slain by fellow tainted dwedmar or the darkspawn beasts i much so loathed.

Carry on my Students, spread the Ogradhad's will and continue spreading the arcane knowledge.

My possessions i leave for my first student and brother - Ragram Emberhall.

 

 

To my allies in Heffrum - A large shadow still looms over Urguan and it will not fade

until the false king and his peer reside, holding a tyranical iron grip, slowly suffocating

your kind who they deem lesser. If i am to be murdered then let it be know it shall start

with me and it will not end until shadow engulfs you whole.

Free yourself and be free forest kin you deserve to be.

 

To Ragram - It seems your suspicions were right on brother how foolish i was

not to realize it sooner, i hope you will stay safe under the Maker's protection.

The Tower belongs to you now, take care of my students.

 

                                                                                                      Signed,

 

                                                                                                 

 

                                                                                                          

 

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile in the depths of the certain mountain...

 

 

 

 

"How gracefully they dance not knowing what really controls them"

 

A dark figure would rise again from the mounds of flesh imbued with dark energies.

It would don the golden mask given to him by the undead hands

 

"I serve the Kuruibi Horde now"

"May the False Gods Fall"

 

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Something ends, something begins. I would like to thank everyone who brought me to LOTC, the list would be too long so those who know will know :)

 

 

Edited September 20, 2024 by Mestvin

[RianNeverfield 149]

A Silverbraid kneeled before the Shrine of Armakak, repeating the following word over and over to himself with teary eyes. "Kinslayer" His echo continues to hall through the Temple for hours, but eventually it was left behind empty.
Empty, aside from two ginger beard braids.

"We do not chose our destinies, but we do our duty. Big or small, we shall do our duty."
- Grelu Khron'edhekal, 38th King of Urguan

[Behindbush 163]

It was a quiet, cloudless night. The air was still, only the gentle breeze stirring, carrying with it a lone piece of parchment that fluttered down like a feather, dancing to the silent rhythm of the night. Suddenly, a sharp THWACK broke the tranquility as a thrown knife sliced through the air, pinning the delicate paper to a straw training dummy. The courtyard echoed with a furious roar.
 

"May fire consume you, KINSLAYERS!"
Ragram bellowed into the night, his voice laden with wrath. In an instant, the dummy, along with the impaled letter, was engulfed by a wild, roaring ball of flame. The blaze illuminated his seething expression, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls.
 

"You will ALL pay for THIS . . ."
he growled through gritted teeth, the words dripping with venom. He turned sharply, his heavy boots pounding against the cobblestones as he stormed back towards his study. Crimson sparks flickered in his wake, dancing through the dark, as the last remnants of the sorrowful message crumbled into ashes, lost to the night.

"All . . . will . . . pay . . ."

[gremlockgremlin 755]

"We do not chose our destinies... you have done your part... it is time for me to uphold my duties..."

 

A figure in the dark would whisper. Their armor rattled as they'd say. 

 

"Worry not... as I will aid you..."

 

The light of a singular eye would flash before the darkness would consume the room. 

[Scatmanpro 275]

Bromdor would sit silently at his table, staring forward through the window at the empty hall. He shook his head. "Et beh nae guud... Nae guud..." He'd mumble, writing something down in his book. "But... With w'at oi hab 'eard... Maybeh et wos t'ae guud t'ing tuh duh... Oi dinnae..." He pondered, raising himself from his chair and walking into the cold halls of his home. The city seemed to be consumed by darkness and cold, and the emptyness overwhelmed the dwarf. His feet had carried him all the way to Hefrumm, and there he stood. As he looked over the village laying so serenely in between the trees, he whispered something, though so quietly he couldn't even hear himself. "Oi shuuld hab stopped 'em..."

[Wulfric 472]

Obok Metaldrinks (O'block Fentadrinks) finished setting up the maps on the walls they had found in the infested mori outpost

''i wonder w'ere T'orim went... maybe 'e was scared of t'e lig'tning.''

he said, referring to the wrath of Zeus he had brought upon the hive queen

''o' well, 'e is probably busy in t'at tower of 'is.''

[Youngone 54]

Velkon, sat on a log in Heffrum, though deeply. His hands rested on his chin, he pondered about the safety of Heffrum, and more importantly to him, his brother. He looked back to Dralvon, who was speaking with his wife, then back in front of him. He narrowed his cold eyes. “This… will… end.” He said quietly, as the wind took the sounds traveling to the west. He grabbed his large hammer which was rested upon the log, and stood. Armor rattled behind him, as he left Heffrum in search of the danger.

[Faerilien 226]

The High General called the name of the Stouthearted dwed in the halls of the dead

 

"Rise.. my dwarven friend... they shall pay for what they did to you"

 

Blackened energies soon consumed the fresh corpse, weaving the foul energies that allowed the people of Aevos to live as mortals.

 

"Hear me Blackheart, for you are reborn anew..."

 

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[KillerMaid 636]

Malna/Annika seemed to always have things going on, but she enjoyed the rare visits Thorim had to Haense to meet her. The man had inspired him along with the late and ironically same-name Anika. She had a pie, one of her specialties sitting in the icebox at her daycare for when Thorim came to visit, imagining the man was off wandering somewhere.