Carrot Man Leaves the Dwarves

[Damen 5]

Finally opening up his door, stepping out of his room, a frowning elf of Copper skin and hair as green as the leaves of an Oak tree walks down the steps to the main hall of the Irongut District. Looking down at the parchment in his hand, his expression saddening slightly, he pegged the letter to the Notice board. Running his finger down the Wood Pulp, Damen walked back up to his room, beginning to pack.

"My dear Dwarfs, Even though I owe my very position to the Clan of the Ironguts, I find myself slowly losing grip on my own self. Let's face it, Kal'Karik is no place for a Wood Elf and lover of Nature.

My Orc friend, Naffog, has offered me a Job in Crestfall. Where I will be a Guard and Lumberjack, like I was in Kal'Dwain. I have tried to adapt to such conditions, but I find it impossible to live past the lies, quarrels, and differences of the Dwarfs.

Even though I will be gone, the Dwarfs will always hold a very special spot in my heart, and, if there is any need for my help, be it war or anything at all, I want you all to know that I am still going to be a strong supporter for the Ironguts. If there is ever need for me to help, just send a bird to Crestfall, and I will drop whatever I am doing to come in Aid."

-Former Lumberjack and Guard for Kaldwain

-Strong supporter of the Ironguts

-Damen

[youlovesocks 652]

*kayne lifts his tankard filled with Ale and says a long chant

"Although Damen is not with us aneh longer, lads... 'e be with us in all of our 'earts! Peace be with yeh in all tha' yeh du, may teh dwarves be da bearers of all of your clues. Let yeh seek what yeh pursue, for we will always be there with you."

*kayne etches the chant into the table at Morkas' tavern, putting Damen's presence in Karik permanently... "atleast until Morkas finds the chant."

[Cloakedsphere 1471]

( NOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Please dont leave us permanently Q_Q Carrot man was the only cool person left!!!!! )

*Thoar sighs and frowns as a small tear slides down his cheek and he coughs*

"Ye' best come back some time lad! We don't want ye' to leave foreva'!"

[~TheDerpyBeagle~ 63]

(NOOOOOOOOOO)

[youlovesocks 652]

(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)

[aokavery 21]

"Weh 'ad an twiggie wid da Ironguts?"

[Davern 21]

Damen ye be in m' an da rest of da Ironguts hearts, fer as long as we live ye will still 'ave a place wit'h us.

(Thorir Irongut)

[Mucky 443]

Formir sighs as he reads the note on the message board.

"Ah 'ope yeh com back Carrut Mahn..

Ye cannae escahp As fureveh.

Yeh beh runnin' bahk suun..

...Ah 'Ope.."

Walking towards the tavern with his head held low, he goes to buy himself an Ale to try and cheer himself up.

[Damen 5]

Smiling as he walked up the path, almost like a new elf, Damen happily hammered another note below his first.

"I am happy to say that, for the thanks of my good friend, Aengoth, and because of his comfort, I have decided that, even though I may be moving to crestfall, soon, I will never cease to visit this great city. For I have friends here, friends who I consider family, even if they be short and hairy as bears.

But, jokes aside. As my previous letter stated. If there is ever any need for my return to Kal'Karik, I will make sure to heed the call and come back to fulfill any duties needed of me.

The Reason that I left, is that I thought that I needed to live in an area above the ground, among the trees, and under the sky. But, the longer I stayed in Crestfall, the more that I realized that Kal'Karik is my home and will always hold a special place for me.

Witnessing the grief and support of the dwarfs, I realized how stupid and selfish I was. I let my own wants, cloud what I really needed, a home surrounded by others that I could treat with respect.

I am still not sure if my move to Crestfall will be permanant. But, I do know that I need this break, as I even almost hurt Hiebe in a fit of Rage. I have yet to make up my mind for this move. But I assure you all, Kal'Karik will never disappear from my mind."

Nods before walking away, humming to himself as he made his own way back to Crestfall.

[Damen 5]

The previous two letters having been torn down, a fresh parchment had been neatly hammered into the Board.

"My friends, I have been a fool. For it took me nearly a year away from this city to realize the truth. The longer I stayed away, the more I thought of the dwarfs. I haven't been able to keep my mind on my guard job in Crestfall, for my mind always strays to the many memories that I have of my friends, and my enemies, even.

I have shown weakness in giving up, and I am ashamed of it. As soon as I can, I will resign from my position in Crestfall, as it will only pain me to continue. Upon hearing that there will be need for Lumber, here, I know that you all will need a Lumberjack who enjoys spending time above the ground.

So, upon much thought, I have decided to stay in Kal'Karik. For I know that, as long as I have my friends, the Ironguts, beside me...I can pull through this. Thank you all for staying true to me, and showing me that, what I thought I wanted, I already had the whole time.

-Loyal Elf to the Ironguts and Permanent resident to Kal'Karik

-Damen"

The Elf smiled with a sort of sad happiness that only relief could bring. Turning, he walked down the path, heading to the Tavern. He needed a drink.

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Bael finds Damen and taps him on the shoulder as he is dragging his things back into Kal'Karik.

"Oi Damin! 'ef yer ev'r needin' nature, ah fink ah cuud organize yer a 'ome outsoide teh city in teh ole' farms."

[Damen 5]

Turning to the touch on his shoulder, the Elf smiled and chuckled at Bael's offer. Setting his stuff down to take a break, he would wipe the sweat from his brow while slowly shaking his head.

"Bael, I really do appreciate the offer...But...I don't want to have any special treatment that the others do not receive, as well. With the upcoming need of Lumber, I know that I will be getting a taste of all of the nature that I can swallow.

But, I will keep that in mine. Maybe you can fashion me a little Halfling hole in the top of the mountain!"

He said, laughing at the thought.

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

Standing on the grand bridge leading into the city you see the High-Prophet leaning on his Scepter, his eyes glittering balefully as he runs a thumb across the pointed tip of the scepter, drawing a single bead of dark red blood.

[Boomack21 124]

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