The Return Of A Frostbeard

[Beneh 227]

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Bili sat within the tavern. The desolate , cold and dank excuse of a Tavern. He'd been here for years, cutting logs and occasionally assisting the bartender in removing troublesome folk. It was a sad life for a Dwarf , yet somehow Bili had put up with the life for years whilst abandoning all he knew. His family , his clan... His honour.

He gripped the tankard firmly as he pondered once more. It was no different from any night at first for these thoughts were common within his dulling mind yet this night began to seem different for no longer did he desire this life. No longer did he desire the pathetic ale , the far too soft beds , the rusted axe or the foul travelers whom oft passed by. No , he desired change. A return to his life of old , a return to the once prestigious clan.

Bili was not to suffer the same fate as so many others. He would not waste away in a bed of a building he did not even own. He would not waste away with no legacy or meaning. A sad fate for that of a proud Dwarf , an unacceptable fate even. He had no belongings aside from the clothes on his body and the rusted axe on his waist yet that was all he needed.

The cold winds snapped at his face as his beard was tugged by the gale whilst the wind howled in his ears and the snow rested upon his face as he stepped outside with a purpose , for the first time. He knew of Gorum and Moruk and his first destination would be them , perhaps the only family he had left. Bili trudged onward through the snow , his boots engulfed by nature with each step as the storm worsened. Yet no blizzard would hold him from his goals , no axe would fell him like a log before his time and no sickness would take him to eternal rest before his due. For he was a Frostbeard , but not only that , he was a Frostbeard with purpose. No matter how hard the elements fought against him , he would fight back with each step. No matter how many gales of wind charged against him , he would fight back with each forward push.

The soft glow from the torch lit the ground ahead as he marched forward towards the place he once called home. The memories of the underground city flooded back to him. The sound of the blacksmith , the noise of the market and jeer in the tavern. That was the life for him and it was but a journey away , waiting for him to reach out and grasp it.

As he continued marching over the hills , through the once fertile fields and past the collapsed mines , the glow from his torch was not the only glow that could be seen within the night. A soft , warm glow appeared in the distance. The journey was almost over , his life had almost been returned. The soft hammering of the blacksmith could be heard , the singing and dancing of the taverns echoed throughout the hills whilst the barking and shouting of dwarves could be distinctly heard. He took the final steps of the journey as he approached the mountain and the grand entrance to the city. The entrance to home.

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum trudges through the snow above the mountains of Karik, making his way back to the city gates. As he approaches the opening he notices a figure he recognized but could not identify.

" Oi! Who goes der! "

Gorum shouts, continuing his way down the mountain and towards the gate as he awaits an answer.

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Bili turns on his heel , almost falling in the thick snow as he turns to face the source of the voice. He threw his stocky arm up to his face in an attempt to shield his beady eyes from the snow as he tried to make out the approaching figure.

" 'Eh.. 'Ah be goin' 'ere 'a suppose ! Called Bili Fros'beard , aye ! Or.. 'Ah used 'tae. 'Ave no idea wha' the clan be doin' now ! Jus' back from a rather long time spent 'awa fae' home. Who be' yer'sel if ye' don' mind me askin' ? "

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum raises his eyebrows, surprised.

" Whut! Did ye say Bili Fros'beard!? "

Gorum asks in shock, dragging himself through the snow to get a better view of his kin.

" Oi it really be yeh! Har har! 'ow 'ave ye been me cousin, sureleh it 'as been tuu long! We 'ave tuu much ta speak about, der is a lot ye need tu know. A tale per'aps, over a guud cup o' ale! "

Gorum chuckles, surprised to see his cousin who he presumed was dead long ago.

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Bili jumped straight slightly as he recognised his cousin before marching over towards him through the snow , smacking him on the back firmly.

" Chroist ! Gorum , 'dis be' perfect timin' ! Aye , aye. I would like tha' , 'a 'ave far 'tae much 'ta catch up on an' 'ave been gone far 'tae long. I've onleh jus' remembered 'ow guud 'dis life be'! Bu' aye , lets ge' a luvleh drink an' talk o' things !"

[Boomack21 124]

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