Dorin's Observation : Iris Norbella

[Riot 743]

When I first arrived in Cerulia—new to its halls, its customs, its stone—it was Iris Norbella who greeted me.

 

There, among unfamiliar streets and foreign stone, she spoke to me not as an outsider to be weighed, but as someone welcome. Her kindness came easily, carried in simple conversation and an open manner that asked nothing in return. It left an impression I would not forget.

 

It was in Urguan, that I learned something else about her.

 

When three dwarves were killed, panic threatened to take hold. Yet Iris did not hesitate. I saw her running into the Legion Halls—risking her own safety to ensure the news reached them quickly and cleanly. I heard her asking how long it would take to have troops ready, pressing for answers not out of fear, but urgency.

 

She did not falter.

 

I wanted to speak then. To acknowledge what I saw. But military bearing held me in place. Discipline demanded silence, and so I watched instead.

 

I suspected she did not recognize me in that moment. I doubted she noticed me at all. But I observed many things, even when unobserved myself.

 

Later, I lived in a Beautiful cave house in Urguan with my clan, and traveled once more through Cerulia, I remembered her stall. It was then—half in jest, half in promise—that I told her when I one day had a home worthy of it, I would return for a doorbell.

 

And a Starbreaker never breaks their promise.

 

I always loved such work. As a child, my mother bought me toys meant for play, only to find them dismantled on the table by evening, much to her dismay. Springs, levers, wires— I needed to know how they worked. That curiosity followed me into adulthood. Even while traveling by caravan, I built small gadgets in its shadowed corners, dreaming of redstone marvels like those crafted by the ancient dwarves.

 

Now, standing quietly aside, I watched Iris Norbella work.

 

She set a bell within the walls of my clan’s home—and Ulfar’s—as part of a Dwédmas gift I had given to the King and my kin. Tile by tile, she etched a clean path beneath the stone, careful not to mar the floor. She wired the sound box into the walls themselves, her work hidden so neatly it seemed as though the home had been shaped for it from the beginning.

 

I was impressed.

 

Not only by her knowledge, but by her professionalism. When the stone resisted her, she did not rush. She adapted. And when I, unable to help myself, offered a small suggestion—asking not for the usual chime, but for something deeper, a bell worthy of the stone that ran through the heart of Urguan—she listened.

 

She granted it.

 

What emerged was no simple bell, but a stone doorbell: resonant, grounded, unmistakably dwarven in spirit. A sound that belonged to the mountain.

 

Some time later, I passed her stand again. There, displayed proudly among her work, hung a sign boasting that her craft was Grand King approved.

 

I paused.

 

A small smile tugged at my beard.

 

Not because of the title—but because I knew the work behind it. I had seen her act under pressure. I had watched her risk herself for others. If she chose to boast, she had earned it.

 

Iris Norbella built with care, with resolve, and with respect—for stone, for people, and for the weight of the world she worked within.

 

And I, ever watching, knew the mountain had accepted her work long before the sign was ever hung.

[Two2the 365]

[Crimbolio 84]

man this Iris character seems incredibly cool and based, I really want to buy a doorbell from her

[Gopnik Is Poggers 121]

Maybe I should also purchase such a good-quality bell! It is even Grand King approved. Does it have extended warranty?

[Riot 743]

4 hours ago, Gopnik Is Poggers said:

Maybe I should also purchase such a good-quality bell! It is even Grand King approved. Does it have extended warranty?

It is grand king approved haha the Grand king just had his installed