A Letter For My Kin

[Tortek 51]

As Lord Farren enters the Chamber of the Black Anvil he quickly notices Tortek's lifeless body leaning agents the chamber wall. In his hands he holds an active Golem core and a letter.

 

"Farren my kin, Ah leave dis letter ta inform ye dat Ah believe my toime 'as come and gone. Ah am nae longer able ta 'elp my own kin so Ah leave wif ye dis, meh own soul readeh for use in da creation of a Golem which ye meh use for whatever ye see fit. Now wif meh dead it leaves ye as da oldest livin Dwarven Golem Lord but do nae worreh Ah 'ave been teachin a lad all dat Ah know about Golems, 'e be Dunwall of da Grandaxe Clan. Ah onleh 'ope dat 'e meh do what is needed ta 'elp keep da ways of Golem smifs aloive. Meh Yemekar beh wif ye cousin and once it is yer toime Ah will see ye again in da Khaz'A'Dentrumm." 

 

((In other irrelevant news Tortrek of clan Grandaxe has slipped and fallen into lava whilst Mumitmir peasant of House Carrion has slipped and fallen into a well.))

[Heero 4092]

Meanwhile in the safety of the Grandaxe clan hall, the pint sized creature known as Dunwall bobs his head with glee. Enjoying a hearty meal with his grand-father Thorik. Happily nibbling on the fresh fish his elder had caught for his family in the previous days during his infamous fishing trips of Malinor with his strange, yet trusted Orcish companion Gronkk and the Archmage of the Mage's Guild.

 

Meanwhile a breeze rolls through Malinor.

[Luchian 214]

(())

 

Sits with the table and tell Dunwall of the good Ol' times

[Kilgrim 361]

“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” 
― Kilgrim  ((Actually J.K. Rowling))

[chaotikal 2392]

Dormin grunts "I'm da vadenrum golaum lurd... Fekin' Taortek."

[Tethras 278]

Farren exhales lightly, stepping back for a moment as he glances towards the body. Reaching forwards slowly towards the letter and the core as he begins to read. His face twisting into a snarl as he reads, crunching up the letter. Before he glances back towards the core and body.

 

"TORTEK!"

 

The Dwarf roars, slamming his fist into the finely engraved wall carving. His foot, pushing over the body.

 

"Yer lyin son ov orc spawn! Yer backstabbing, elf loving... Yer Khorvad lovin' piece of filth!" 

 

He roars again, panting lightly. 

 

"Tortek... T'at ain't yer. Givin meh 'ah false core! An tryin 'tu fake yer own death. Yer just wait untill 'ah get ahold ov yer. Yer will beh sorreh yer ever did t'is!" 

 

Shaking his head, he pockets the fake core and letter. Hastily exiting the forge as he turns to a nearby Forgeling, growling at him to clear up the dead body.

 

((Basically Tortek isn't dead. He's faked his own death.  ))

[Mucky 443]

Olaf chuckles, not knowing what is going on. He roars.

 

"DUNGRIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

[Moot 1719]

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