The Journey Of Three

[Omithiel 192]

*Omithiel stares at Gorum laughing on the floor, chuckling missing the times he spent with these fellow dwarves. Though in the back of his mind he knows why he gotten those scars, and stops chuckling, and continues to watch Gorum gasping from his laughter.*

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum wipes a tear of laughter from his eye.

" Alrigh' alrigh', ah'll stop jokin' around. There be ah lot o' things ye need tu be told, Omithiel. Firstly, th' Grand King Thorik 'as returned and 'as taken th' throne untill th' next King is goin' tu be throned. An' we all wish that King be ye... Also, not tu mention, ye were removed from yer position as Yemekar's pick in yer leave and ah stepped duwn frum Ambssador... aye. "

Gorum scratches the back of his head, expecting an unpleasent reaction.

[Omithiel 192]

*He responds to Hiebe, not responding to his sarcastic question and asks."

"So w'ere be t'e ot'ers King 'iebe?" He says wondering why there isn't others with him.

[Omithiel 192]

* Omithiel after hearing what Gorum has said, his grin disappeared, and he had a very stern look before looking down for a moment. He then punches the stone table cracking the surface and then looks at the three with his eye wide open with great intensity. He responds angrily.*

"W'at!! Are ye feckin' pullin' me beard?!?! T'orik w'at t'e feckin' blazes!? W'at t'e feck 'ave ye lads done, 'nd w'at t'e 'ell are ye lads doin'!?" He responds as his face turns red and spit flies in the air, he ignored what Gorum had said about him being King.

*The Dwarves around the tavern were listening as the feel of the conversation became grim and serious.*

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum raises his arms.

" Oi! Ye were gone fer feckin' years what th' 'ell du ye expect tu 'appen! Relax will ye. Now, tell meh, 'ow did ye get dese scars? "

Gorum asks, rubbing his own beard.

[Omithiel 192]

*Omithiel regains his composure and sighs heavily, he looks at Gorum with a stern look but responds in a serious tone, but not telling him the truth. For he didn't want the people in the tavern to know about what is going on.*

" I got it from workin' on t'e gate. S'ards ov stone scarred me face as a large pile ov snow came tumblin' down in me direction. I was glad to get out ov t'ere alive." He says to Gorum and asks.

" W'y are ye 'ere t'ough ot'er t'an situation with t'e Kingdom, w'at else is t'ere?" He asks waiting for Gorum to respond.

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Gorum nods, sipping his ale as he responds to Omithiel.

" Ah 'ave a message fer ya. Other than that, ah dunnae know about th' others but ah'm 'ere ta build along side ye once mure har har! Jus' loike th' ol' days. But aye, th' message be directleh frum King Thorik, let meh know when ye wish tu start constructin' again. Ah'll tell ya then. "

Gorum says, finishing his ale and handing it to one of the guards.

[Omithiel 192]

*He grabs the parchment from Gorum and before he reads it, he asks the three to come with him to the Palace.*

"Aye.. I'll read t'is, but first I need ye lads to come with me. I will like to discuss t'is somew'ere more private." He says gesturing them to come with him.

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum nods as he stands up, following Omithiel to the palace.

" Aye, sureleh. "

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum nods as he stands up, following Omithiel to the palace.

" Aye, sureleh. "

[Kilgrim 361]

*Grabs three mugs in hand and a loaf of bread and munches on them as he is starved from the long journey while he waltzes to the palace.*

Dis ish shome gud fud!

[Omithiel 192]

*They walked beside Omithiel as they go to the Palace, Omithiel looks at the first hall to right as he walks towards the palace. He leads them inside the palace and than up the stairs to the council chambers. They all sit beside Omithiel in the individual chairs, along the long table. Omithiel reads the parchment and pulls his beard tightly after reading it. He responds."

"An alliance? With t'e 'umans? Aftah w'at t'ey 'ave done? T'is is quite strange... T'at Godfrey fellow isn't one to be trusted since 'e 'arbours t'ose criminals. W'at is T'orik t'inkin'?" He says waiting for his fellow kin response.

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum nods in return.

" Fer isolation. 'e intends on providing you, if you accept th' title ov King, with an era ov peace. Where Dwarves can finalleh be bretheren, wit'out political corruption or feuds. "

[Omithiel 192]

*Omthiel's eyes widened after he heard what Gorum had just said. He looks at the three and pauses for a moment. He stands up and paces by the chairs, playing with his beard in thought. He understands the responsibility of being King and he understands the determination it would take. He knows this very well and has much confidence for this matter. Though what troubles Omithiel was something more serious that would test his ability to lead. He responds to the three, with a sincere tone and grins.*

"Aye. I would glady accept t'e title ov King, 'nd we s'all be very prosperous, and we s'all once again live t'at glorious times ov Kal'Urguan. T'e 'onor is very grand 'nd I will gladly lead my kin to peace 'nd glory, after 'e steps down." He says to the three waiting for their response.

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum nods, crossing his arms.

" Aye, ah me'self look forward tu it. But this won't 'appen in some time, Omithiel, fer now we should get buildin'! Also, keep th' letter o' th' King with ye at all times. When they arrive ah was told ye 'ad tu give it tu them so they know ye read it through carefully.

Also, all ov th' dwarves ain't 'ear yet because we be stuck on an island. Th' boats ain't repaired yet, they were barely able ta send us. But aye, th' Grand King be workin' on it. Soon they will be 'ere along wit' us an' this grand city will be populated."

Gorum says, eager to see what they're currently working on in the city.