A stout green figure walks into Karik

[Phelrin 60]

((For the information leading up to this:))

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/75197-notes-of-the-late-inquisitor/

Phelrin gave one last glance at the mountain of Karik before he began on his journey. He was leaving his home again, a feeling that pained him. His pain was not the issue, however. The issue was that he could no longer feel the presence of the Brathmordakin. It was a presence that he had felt for almost as long as he had remembered, and now it was simple gone. He had meditated for years on end, and communicated with the Gods on multiple occasions, so a loss of this nature was not taken lightly. He was leaving the Dwarves. Leaving society until he could restore this connection

Finding a valley secluded in the north, Phelrin went into meditation. He would do whatever it took to find his lost bond to the Gods. The longer he meditated, however, the more alone he felt. He felt like the Brathmordakin was drifting farther and farther away from his grasps. Desperate, he stopped eating. As his body became weaker and weaker he grew more and more tormented. Without this connection and with the trials he was putting his body through, he was dying

After an extended period of starvation and meditation, Phelrin finally decided that this was enough. He tried to stand up, but he quickly fell to his knees as soon he was up. He was weak from his extended starvation, and the armor he always wore wasn't helping. Years ago, Phelrin's entire body was burned in what was only foolishness on his part. His beard was burned to nothing but ashes and in his shame, he had worn armor to hide himself from not only everyone around him, but the gods as well. He would be shamed now if he took his armor off, but if he didn't he would die

Holding back his pride, he took his helmet off. Taking off his gauntlets, he looked at his arms in pity. They were burnt and scarred, but Phelrin's shame was in their color. They were green, as green as Orc-skin. The rest of his body had the same tone, and it discussed him. He was not only a disgrace to himself, but a disgrace to the Gods as well

Phelrin finished taking off his armor, and he decided to test as see went the Gods were still with him. He took out his sword, rationalizing that if the Gods were still with him, they wouldn't let him die. He was once their prophet, their connection between Asulon and the Paragons. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Phelrin leaned forward and fell on his sword

Phelrin laid on the ground impaled, waiting for the Gods to save him. However, they never came. Phelrin's skin became cold, and his vision became brighter and fading. As he was taking his last breaths, Phelrin came to the realization:

"If da Brathmordakin will nae save me, I will 'ave te save m'self"

Thinking back to his days in the Clerical Order, Phelrin began to use magic he had used separate from the teaching of the Gods. This kept him from death for a time, but it was not enough to save him. Phelrin was faced with a choice. Continue to blaspheme and die, or to stop struggling and leave himself in the hands of the Brathmordakin. Still resisting but knowing he would fail if he continued, Phelrin let go, and prepared for the Gods to take him. As he breathed his last breath, he exhaled chanting praises to the Brathmordakin

Years passed as Phelrin's body laid there. However, neither animals nor decompsition touched his body. The Gods protected him as he laid there, not in death yet it was not in sleep either. During this time, Phelrin's soul rested as he was separate from the influence of both the Gods and the world

Waking up from his year of slumber, Phelrin sat up and look around. His sword and armor were neatly sitting to one side of him. He stood up and noticed he was thirsty. He looked down at his skin and mumbled some curses at the Orcs. Though he no longer felt the presence of the Gods, ne no longer felt the shame of his skin. He felt normal, a feeling he had not truly felt in a long time. Looking at the sun and remembering where he was, he picked up his things and headed back to Karik

Walking through the gates of Karik, he yelled for someone to prepare him an ale. Hearing the disturbance, a guard looked towards Phelrin, and saw a green figure walking through Karik. He raised the alarm, and soon the entire guard of Karik surrounded Phelrin. Undaunted by the sight of his fellow Dwarves pointing weapons at him, he retorted:

"If any one of ye call me a bloody carpet!"

[Thrym 188]

Maellik sees Phelrin and stares, not because of his skin but because he recognizes him.

"Fat'er!" he exclaims, unable to believe his father has come back.

Running towards him he gives Phelrin a crushing one armed embrace.

"Welcome 'ome!" he says, not caring why Phelrin is back, just glad he is.

((About time you got back! Glad to have you around again :D))

[James 425]

*Gungron see's Phelrin, "Welcome back cousin, glad to ave' ya ere. Be ready fir battle te' syndicate be everywhere..."

((Welcome back :D))

[Boomack21 124]

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