An Ancient Dwarf Looks To The Future

[TEEbrown 348]

Walking around Kal'Anart, Bazian looks around the hold, and is quite pleased. The markets are bustling, houses are being sold, employment is working smoothly, everything is going along well. He walks past the tavern and hears the sound of tankards clanking and of old dwarves telling drunken tales of the past. He walks to the upper part of Valor Tower to have a better look at the dwarves working.

He looks all around and smiles, until he notices the orc head on a pike and is reminded of the war. He takes a deep breath, thinking of what he can do to protect his people. He looks back to the dwarves below, this time with a different view of what is going on. He looks and sees a bunch of disorganized and unprepared dwarves. He sees that we thrive today but perish tomorrow.

"In order fer our people t'e truly thrive, weh mus' organize ourselves," he mutters to himself.

Bazian descends the Tower Valor and heads back to his palace. He sits alone at his workbench mulling over plans for the future.

[TEEbrown 348]

A knock is heard at the door of Bazian's Room.

"Yer ale beh ready, sire." Calls a serving dwarf.

In frustration Bazian sharply shoots back, "Well bluddeh jus' brin' it in 'ere!"

The smallish looking dwarf rushes as fast as he can through the door walks quickly with the ale. He gives a slight bow to the angry looking lord, holding the ale in hand, and sets the ale on the table next to a large pile of crumpled papers.

Bazian makes a hand gesture to shoo the dwarf away. "T'at will beh all," he grumbles.

The old dwarf takes a dep breath and slowly gets up out of his char, cracking his back a bit as he does so. Bazian walks over to the window to calm himself. Looking over the fields, he surveys the land surrounding the hold. Almost in an instant, he thought of something.

"Ah mus' travel." He thought to himself. "Surely th' successes ov th' udder lands culd shed sum loight on dis predicament."

Bazian calls for his servant dwarf to fetch a bag for his journey.

[TEEbrown 348]

Bazian's first thought to look, is the Holy kingdom of Oren. Leaving through the gates of Kal'Anart, he walks the road to the cloud temple. Unpon reaching the holy lands of the monks, he catches a ride on the nearest cart to Arethor.

The city is bustling and full of lively people trading and whatnot. The first thing Bazian realizes once he enters the city, is the amount of organisation these people have. The members of the military clearly state so on their person by displaying their houses banner. He looks down at himself, not even displaying his clan banner that he is fathering to.

Bazian walks the city streets some more, to see how the whole structure is setup. Walking past a house he sees a knight being outfitted by his squire. This was quite interesting for Bazian, a person whom takes on the role of a squire is under the tutelage of the knight, in return for some mediocre tasks. But, this quandary about knights sparked an interest in this old dwarf, he must learn more.

Walking up to the local tavern, Bazian beings to talk to the townsfolk about the knights. Most spoke of the corruption of the few, but the great deeds of the many. They told of how the knights where put under a code to protect. This talk of corruption with one of these so called "holy" people stirred a discontent within him. If Bazian would reform the military system of Kal'Anart, he must do so in a manner where corruption would not be a problem.

At the end of the day, Bazian headed back of Anart. He learned much of the systems of Oren just by talking to the local populace. He hops on a trade caravan, and returns home.

[Watyll 1104]

Grim notices his mentor riding on the caravan.

"Where 'ave ye been ceannard!"

Grim shouts with a questioning look.

[TEEbrown 348]

Shouts back to his young apprentice.

"W'ere 'ave ah been, w'ere 'ave yah been!?"

[Watyll 1104]

Grim looks a little embarrassed

"Well...I remember when ye went into those mountains t' train yerself. I guess I wanted t' try i' as well... Sorry ceannard."

[TEEbrown 348]

Smiles a bit and motions him to come ride the cart with him back to Kal'Anart.

"'ere lad, weh will 'ead back tuget'er."

[Watyll 1104]

Grins and hops onto the cart, as it shakes, Grim turns to Bazian

"So where 'ave ye been ceannard? And what's all this I've been 'earin about with hiring mercenaries t' defend Kal'Anart?"

((won't be back until Wednesday, unless I can bribe/blackmail my cousin...))

[Boomack21 124]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.