Death Of A Doomforge

[Tethras 278]

Darkness envelops the Dwarven hold of Kal’Kadrin as night approaches over the Islands of Kalos. Deep
within the dark corridors of the Hold light can be seen coming from the Great
Forge. Within the small room stands a small figure standing by the anvil, hammering
away. His beard a dark ginger colour. With the crest of the Starbreakers on the
back of his robes. A large stone coffin lying on a cart in the middle of the
dimly lit room. The Ox tied to the cart snorts loudly. As the young dwarf
continues to hammer away, oblivious to his surroundings.

 

*Clang *

*Clang*
*Clang*

 

The sound of his hammering, echoing throughout the hold. He continues
to hammer away at the gilded axe. Its shaft decorated with various engravings.
From engravings of dwarves to hammers. Leading up to figure of an anvil near
the tip. The axes head a masterpiece. The engravings on the head, revealing the
axes purpose as a decorative ornament rather than a weapon. As the young dwarf
continues to hammer at the edge of the hammer head, forming a sharp edge on the
axe. Chanting away a prayer to Yemekar he hammers the finishing touches to his
hammer. The young dwarf sighs heavily as he lifts the newly forged axe. Lifting
it up so that the light of the furnace illuminates his latest masterpiece. He
grunts his approval as he walks over to the coffin.

 

“After t'ree days an'
nights... It bu' done. Finally.”

 

He says as he grasps the stone lid of the coffin
firmly. Groaning as he pushes it slightly. The stone lid squealing as it moves

slightly revealing a small iron statue. The face illuminated by the light of
the furnace, revealing the features of the late Dormin Doomforge. The features
revealing an expression of defiance of the dwarfs last moments. The young dwarf
wipes the tears from his eyes as he places the axe into the hands of the iron
statue. He grabs the lid of the statue, gritting his teeth as he slowly pulls
the lid closed. Mumbling.

 

“Farewell Dormin Doomforge. Teac'er, frien' an'
rival. May t'e Brathmordakin watc' over yer' now. And Dormmar accept yer' intu'
'is 'all.”

 

The small dwarf walks to the front of the small cart. Gripping the
rope around the ox’s next firmly as he leads the ox and the small cart out of
the Grand Forge. Towards the clan hall of the Doomforge.

((. Feel free to post an rp reply. Sorry for any mistakes and the poor quality of this post. Kinda rushed it.

So basically yesterday Darkjames perma-killed his character Dormin Doomforge and left the server. This is a post merely to make it more public to the dwarven player base. So what does this mean?

 

Well firstly I will be taking over the Tool Wruth Dath. Fear not I will try to continue the guild and improve the calibre of smithing rp on this server. I will elaborate on this more in a reply to the Tool Wruth Dath post.

 

Anyway this remains to be edited to contain more information. Feel free to pm me any questions. ))

[Hiebe 2493]

(You will have to run for the position and the dwarves will.vote you on. Its not passed down.)

Hiebe sighs as more and more good smiths die .

[Tethras 278]

Hiebe, on 12 Feb 2013 - 12:10, said:

(You will have to run for the position and the dwarves will.vote you on. Its not passed down.)

Hiebe sighs as more and more good smiths die .

((Forgot to mention temporarily until it is voted on. As I said I'll elaborate on this in the reply to the Tool Wruth Dath thread.))

[Zezimus 1523]

(You will have to run for the position and the dwarves will.vote you on. Its not passed down.)

Hiebe sighs as more and more good smiths die .

 

((The Smithing Guild / Archbishop titles are passed down, unless the King calls for a re-election. It's Omi's decision.) )

[TEEbrown 348]

[As Zez said, it is up to Omi. Either way I have faith in you to bring back life into the guild. Good luck.]

[troopermatthew 66]

*Telchar watches the Ox drawn cart go past. He spits at the coffin. Muttering to himself* "Only a few weeks ago ye tried t'e take me life Dormin Kinslayer. Now ye be carted of t'e a cold grave ov stone while I be free t'e wander t'e halls ov t'e livin'. Nae 'ave I found life fairer than this day." *Telchar touches the bandage that covers his wound, winces and wanders back to his room*

[KoTo 610]

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