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Dub's Lament

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Dub lied in the sanctuary, his frigid body no longer shivering, blood caked and covering his right arm. His eyes closed shut, and his mind finally at peace. He had left this world in battle like any orc wishes, though Dub wasn't an orc at heart, merely trying to protect those he could. He put his life on the line for others, and in this case ones he truly didn't know, but seeing those innocents injured, his mind, body, and soul all went into battle, in an attempt to save those he could.

His tusks bore blood on them, and his right arm bore marks of battle, where two blades had pierced his it, making him bleed out. A combination of cold and blood loss had ended his life, though he died doing what he truly wanted, to protect others.

May Dub rest in peace with the spirits of all those before him.

Rest In Peace, Dub The Goblin, Year 6 - 53. You died a hero's death.

Later...

A fire crackled and roared in the War Uzg, the flames leaping high into the air as the cool wind of the desert night rushed through the valley-like land. The stars of the night sky twinkled elegantly overhead. They were always Dub's favorite sight, and it was fortunate that he would get to leave this world underneath a sky filled with them.

Those few who attended Dub's ceremony gathered around the fire, watching as the fire burned, Dub's body resting inside the pyre. Words were not spoken, and tears were not shed, only silence permeated throughout the land. The fire burned down quickly though, and the procession ended merely an hour after it began. Dub had passed on from this world in body, soul, and spirit, and had gone to be with those that left before him.

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Marggbog passes Dub's body and lets out a loud roar.

" NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUB! "

He lets out a grunt, and repeats once more.

" Hi wub azh ub da bub'osh gobboz, Krug gyde latz. "

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*Drakad roars in triumph as Dub's killer is finally brought to justice, several of his body parts strewn about the temple floor*

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Bod sheds a single tear over the corpse of the funny little Gobbo that he once talked to.

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WIkz Stands over Dub's dead corpse......*Wikz sheds a few tears*

Wikz sais with a voice which leaps pitches, " Diz nub fair, Dub nub dezerved tu be flat.....Atleazt he luuk peaceful nuw....."

Wikz slowly mopes around the temple....He sais to himself..." A nuddah gobo...Taken vrum diz wurld..."

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