The Karirdmarr Stirs

[Kardel 1054]

http://youtu.be/CGWTOImNTug

 

 

The horrid noise of old, rusty wheels turning on a bumpy road mingled with the rattling of chains and the clinking of glass on glass explodes through the dwarven valley as dozens of rusty wagons bearing the green and gold banners of the Urguan Alchemy Guild are seen making their way to the Karirdmarr, the guild home of the alchemists. Through the large sheets of linen covering the cargo they posses, a lucky individual that knows his alchemical reagents would be able to make out baskets full of drake's tail, along with jars of blaze powder and a few heaps of ordinary coal dust, followed by carts overflowing with large, glass jars of oil, and many empty bottles with glass stoppers. Why would the alchemist's need such reagents?

 

By the fountain at the face of the Karirdmarr, a short figure pale of skin and white of hair, alongside another figure of the same features stands, watching the wagons unload, from time to time yelling "Be careful yer dolts, er et'll cust yer loives!" 

 

Alchemists of different races, mostly dwarves, also gather around the fountain, watching the carts unload. Most of them know what these reagents mean. Drake's Tail, along with blaze powder and coal dust all make a mixture that resemble the destructive side of fire very well, and the jars of oil followed by a massive number of glass bottles with glass stoppers could only mean one thing. Had their guildmaster finally followed in the footsteps of most other alchemists and gone insane? To force novitiates to brew such a volatile liquid was true madness, and would probably end horribly, with more than one casualty. 

 

Finally, the Ogradhad's Alchemist made his way into the Karirdmarr, followed by another dwarf that resembled him very closely and a strange man covered in a cloak of leaves who seemed to be discouraging him. "No man~, just no. . .de nature here is already out of balance man~" The dwarf seemed not to care much about the constant rambling of the druid, and kept reminding the human "We be foitin da black dragun, 'e be da source uv yer imbalance. Iv ye truly wunt ta 'eal anthos, den ye will du as ah say Ernest. . ." The moss covered human looked down at the dwarf strangely, and with a sigh, followed him into the large building.

 

Over the next few hours, the chimneys of Karirdmarr would spew horrid flames, spouts of them so large and strangely-shaped that they looked like flame demons of green and blue hues wresting with each other against a backdrop of stars, letting out horrible roars and bone chilling hisses, melting the ice around them. Black snows would fall onto the dwarven valley, filling it with a sense of dread, as the Urguan Alchemy Guild brewed their twisted fluids in the frozen bowels of the Karirdmarr. Once this very fluid fell upon the orcs at Storm's Crossing and destroyed them in a fury of flames, winning the battle for the orcs, and now it would fall upon the spawn of Horen, servants of Iblees, and send them back to the fiery nether which they came from.

 

((Imma let all of you ponder which potion I'm making, though someone with minor alchemical knowledge should know this. Also, this is an event for the alchemy guild, and will take place this Friday 5PM EST. The time and date when the event will take place will be negotiable as I know that our guild as a whole is very diverse when it comes to the array of time zones its members are located. Also, we will be discussing promotions, and see who is active and who is not. Those who fail to come will be considered inactive unless they provide me with proof via PM))

 

[Pinsir99 526]

((I'm looking forward to what will come of this...))

[Watty_Banker 172]

Bardel stands proud next to Kardel, the dark snow making his snow-white beard turn a shade it has not seen before. None of the couriers where certain what they had done, but they knew it was something that made Bardel's mind tick merely as a satisfied smirk appeared across his face.

((Muhahahaha Mahahahaha! >:D))

[Kardel 1054]

((Sadly, I am not available, again, as I have, once again, had to depart for greece. the meeting is moved to next Friday, I apologize.))

[Moot 1719]

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