The Passing Of Phelrin

[Phelrin 60]

After the skirmish the Dwarves had at Volvokrem, Phelrin headed to Kal’Mugdor to deposit his newly found spoils of war. Upon reaching the city, he saw a mysterious man standing on the front staircase staring at the gate. This was not the first time Phelrin had seen a man like this. He once tried to talk to one, but was greeted only with a hiss, and a ball of flame as the man vanished. After this experience, Phelrin wanted to learn who these men were and what they wanted. Praying to the Paragons to give him strength, he rushed at the man, tackling him to the ground. Before the stranger could do a thing, Phelrin unleashed a flash of light into the man’s eyes, stunning him

“Who are you?”, Phelrin shouted at the man, while he was still rather confused. The blinked a few times before focusing on Phelrin’s face. The man stared back at Phelrin, as if he was trying to see something that lay inside of him. Feeling the stare of the man, Phelrin forced his arms forward, pushing the man against the ground harder in an attempt to break the man’s attention

“I said, who are you?” After the man made no reply, Phelrin became enraged. He began to launch a flurry of questions at the man “Where are you from?” ”Why are you here?” “Who sent you?” Yet the man remained still throughout all of this. Running out of question to ask the man, Phelrin blurted out, “Just say something”

As if those were the words he had been waiting for, the man began chanting in a language Phelrin could not understand. As Phelrin tried to comprehend all of it, a maelstrom of thoughts, memories, and nightmares began to swarm into his mind. He rolled off the man, clawing at his head in pain. Phelrin was just conscious enough to notice a blur rise from the ground, walk towards him and grab him by the face. Within the barrage of energy that was coursing throughout Phelrin mind, he managed to understand one voice that was different from the rest. It was grainy and constricted, but the words that were uttered could not have sounded clearer to Phelrin.

“Young fool, you have no idea what you’re doing, playing with light as if it were some sort of weapon. Don’t you know that if you play with a candle, you will get………………………burned”

Everything went blank. After what felt like an eternity of emptiness, Phelrin’s soul became warm. He felt like he was looking at the city of Kal’Urguan at the height of its glory. He then felt as if he was at his forge, crafting an axe fit for a king. Feeling warmer, Phelrin thought he was now crossing the lava moat in front of Mount Ire. Phelrin kept feeling hotter and hotter like he was digging closer and closer to the heart of a mountain. Then Phelrin felt something that he had not before. He was in the heart of a mountain. He could feel his beard peeling away from his skin. He screamed like he had never before, but he could not hear it. He began flailing his arms and legs when he realized that he couldn’t be within a mountain. His legs were off the ground. He flailed his arms in all directions, looking for something to grab on to. He felt an object directly in front of his face. Moving his hands over the object, he felt the shape of an arm. Phelrin, pushing through his pain, remembered who we was here with in the first place. The mysterious man.

The man was holding Phelrin up by his face, while burning him with some form of dark magic. Moving his hands across the arm holding his face, Phelrin managed to touch the man’s face. Phelrin clawed at the man’s face, trying to somehow loosen his grip. Praying to the Paragons, Phelrin asked for the strength to save himself from certain. Then, whether by the hands of the Paragon’s or some other force, the pain Phelrin felt was replaced by a berserker’s rage. He began to push with all his Dwarven might, at the sides of the man’s head. Throught the rage, Phelrin managed to hear the maniacal laughter change to screams of horror. The man dropped Phelrin, and fell to the ground himself, but Phelrin did not lose his grip. Phelrin’s body was now an aquifer of energy from the Paragons, which he was using to crush the man’s head. With one final crush, Phelrin’s hands met as the man went limp. Phelrin, with his rage not yet subsiding, fell to the ground, shouting curses

“Dungrimm curse you! The Gods curse you! You and all of your kin! May you find nothing but eternal torment within his keep! May you be auctioned off to Belka, and be ripped apart as a doll in her fury! You made my beard wither, so may the skin melt from your faces! You are heretics! You blaspheme against the Gods! You are the scourge of the earth and should be purged! You shall be purged. You and all heretics like you. A purge, an inquisition. And I………shall be your inquisitor”

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((W...What just happened?))

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

[[ He has transformed into a superhero. Sort of like Hodor, but not Hodor. ]]

[Thrym 188]

((To add a bit of RP response to this post))

Maellik notices his father in the days that follow his change. Seeing the look in his eyes Maellik feels a cold shiver go down his spine.

"Ah wonda w'at dis bodes..."

[Boomack21 124]

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