Seclusion And Contemplation

[zuluman 79]

After learning of the Dwarven vote to end hostilities against the Orcs and potentially ally with them against the human threat, Gulroid is deeply angered and depressed about the current state of his kin. It seems that the other noble clans of the Ironguts and Grandaxes had turned their back on their ancestors, arguing that it was dishonorable to fight the weakened Orcs. Gulroid saw no dishonor in fighting an enemy, getting the best of him, and landing a killing blow. He would remember their twisted sense of honor if he was ever involved in a duel with them. After all, how could he lose? As soon as the fight went against him he could ask for peace and by their twisted sense of honor, they'd lay down their axe and embrace as friends.

In his office in Kal'Alras, Gulroid pulled out his maps of the Goldhand clan lands. He had envisioned constructing a deep road in the near future. One that would better connect his hold with the other holds. With a somber expression on his face he folded the maps carefully and stored them securely in his locked vault. There was no need for them now. There would be no deep road this year. Why would the Goldhand's open up their lands to their brethren who were so twisted and misgiving that they chose to side with Orcs over their own kin?

The clans would learn in time, Gulroid realized. They would learn how treacherous the Orcs could be. They would learn it with an Orcish spear in their back. They would learn it when the horde came back and besieged their land. When once again the Greenskins set foot on Dwarven soil and made the rivers run with Dwarven blood. On that day Gulroid promised himself he wouldn't smile. He knew he was right, you can't trust an Orc. On that day Gulroid would know he had been proved right. His whole clan would be proven right.

Quietly leaving a note for Rasun on his whereabouts, Gulroid made the long slow journey back to the Goldhand fortress. Here he would spend the coming months in deep contemplation. He would attempt to control his anger and rage over his own kin's betrayal. How many Dwarven dead would be needed for the other Noble lords to understand? In seclusion and quiet contemplation Gulroid would sit. He would watch as the world around him burned, and more Dwarven dead were returned to the stone, and walked once more with their ancestors. When he was ready, and in control of his anger he would return.

((Right, going to the beach. I was planning on having the Deep Road be constructed in RP while I was gone but after the meeting last night it's simply not in the Goldhands best interests to connect themselves with the other Dwarven holds. I'll be gone from today, Tuesday the 14th, until Sunday the 19th. I'll be on the forums on my phone and my parents Ipad if I can 'borrow' it from them. Have fun, don't let the world fall a part while I'm gone, and just so everyone is clear again this is IC, I harbor no OOC dislike for anyone mentioned))

[Boomack21 124]

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