Smoke Rises From Vaer'haven

[Watty_Banker 172]

Following the road into Vaer'haven, through the gatehouse and around the houses, turning to your left you see a delicate little house. This isn't an ordinary hole but one that has a door frame on. Un-taught minds would believe it to be a hobbits home but it was not. The frame upon the door was carved with marvelous engravings telling the story of Ice and dragons. It was of Dwarven architecture. Similar to that of the nearby gatehouse. Atop the frame was a Name, engraved into the stone. "Bardel's Burrow" the name was known to the veterans of Vaer'haven but unknown about by the recently moved Adunians. Peeping in through the door one could see little. More walls. Nothing was known of what was brewing within the dark Burrow.

Bardel stirred in his sleep, then awoke. In his mind he had had a nightmare but on his face it was another morning. Bardel was blank and pale. He appeared unaffected by the troubles that haunted him. Moving about and sitting upright allowing his shortish legs dangle from the bed he rubbed his temple and exhaled. His face white, his eyes shut. Not much was in the room he was in other than a bedside table and a chest. Laid on the bedside table was an empty container. Bardel arose throwing his body up carelessly. He mumbled to himself "'ookn nekm". Putting on his robes and grabbing his staff he opened his amber eyes. Traits of his heritage. They were the only colour to his body. Appearing as his soul looking out from a shell. He repeated his mumble "Unekm eh?".

Bardel trudged around his Burrow looking at all his hard work. A living room, study, workshop, Kitchen and Alchemist's Lab. He focused on the Alchemist's Lab the most looking at all the rare plants stored over the shelves. He spared little time placing them into containers to keep them safe for storage. Most of the things from his house where now gone, but where? Bardel yet again mumbled a bit more clearer this time "'ookin' un'elkm. Uhl shuh 'em unelkum.". Bardel trudges to the least visited room in his burrow: The Ale Basement. Stepping down the steps he looks about at the kegs and nods "Feckin' Adunians. They live in a City where they disrespect the Builder. Thrown oot uf meh own home. Vaer'haven is gunna rot under those Imbred Scum." Bardel runs his finger along one of the kegs, it is named 'Wizard's Mindbomb'. "Aye this will do nicely for them" Bardel says before going into a fit of rage, something he would never dream of doing. He begins tossing over the kegs allowing the Ale within to drain out onto the wooden floorboards. He begins shouting "Defilers! Anarchists! Come to help this Hold! Rather let it burn! All of Ferron's Hard work and graft wasted! They will get it!" Bardel appears dark and angry but does not release a tear. Through all of this his face has remained emotionless. Bardel straightens himself before picking up one of the kegs. He drains the alchohol up the stairs letting a trail follow to midway through his burrow. The door in-sight. "I ain't stayin' 'ere. Nut till the rightful Jarl of this Hold returns.". Bardel takes a bottle out of his robes, inside is a swirling red liquid. A bottle of hell? Worse. Alchemical fire. "I will not live wid des apes aneh lunger." He places a hand on the cap and thinks where to go now... 'He can't go to his father. Jack is also exiled.' He gulps as the truth dawns on him. The only place to go now is with the Dark figure that is haunting him in and out of his Nightmares. 'The King's Justice'. Bardel pops the cap and throws the bottle inside the burrow and quickly runs "Le' 'em burn." He says to himself as he is running out.

The Alchemist's Fire and Ale makes the Burrow go up in flames within a minute. A good part of Bardel's life destroyed, torn out of him. But by who? The Adunians... that's what Bardel thinks but somewhere deep in his mind he knows that the darkness that is haunting him forced his hand. Bardel stops and looks at the flames for a second. The Orange, yellow and red colours dance across his face. He mutters "Guh fur deh throat.." before turning and walking away from his burning life not looking back.. not an emotion showing from his face.

((So I have burned my Burrow down in Vaer'haven. It would have collapsed. I haven't the time at the moment to make changes in-game to the building but if anybody wants to go ahead. Just down touch any of the chests or brewing things inside.. They are RPly not in there.))

[Free The Hobbits 859]

((Lenfarthing is always open...))

[Kardel 1054]

In the depths of his chambers at Kal'Azgoth, the piece of black armor believed to be the 'King's Justice' stands, motionless, like some sort of machine of otherworldly species that has no mercy, and feels nothing. Fog emits from the holes in its helm where the noe and mouth are supposed to be, and it just stands there, still, motionless. 

 

The sun slowly rises over the dwarven valley, as suddenly a blue glow is seen under emitting from under the armor's helm, where a soldiers head would normally be. A loud 'swishing' sound would be heard if one was to be in the deep roads where the Justice resides, as the armor comes to life. 

 

The creature raises its gloved hands to its helm, undoing the clasps and lifting it off its 'head'. As the helm slips off, pale golden hair bounces out in fair locks. Blue eyes glitter in the darkness, and pale skin reflects off some of the dim lamp light. The man in black armor moves to a patch of ice next to his lamp, and looks at his reflection.

 

Its harder to remember who he is every day, the potion's side effect after drinking it for years on end. Such a creature can not even be called human anymore, after the suffering and torture he had gone through to achieve this. He had given his life, soul, personality, past, only to be turned into a war machine without feeling.

 

What was his name, the creature wondered. It was something of Nordic origin, but what? It did not care. The golden haired human put his helm back on, securing the clasps. Slowly, it walked towards the steps that led out of the cold cave it came to every night, and up into the sunlight. It would have hurt his eyes, but the feeling of pain had dissipated from him.

 

Slowly, it made its way to the abandoned fort atop the mountain of blackmaul, Drake's Peak. The black armor hiding its being from the world 'clinked' and 'clanked' with every heavy step he made. Only one thing went through his mind: time to train.

[Moot 1719]

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